If this is familiar it is because it’s a re-write of the recent Sonnet 2 which I decided was art but was disappointing so I trashed it with the dramatic flair of a tortured artist, sacked my muse, sulked and started again.
Sonnet 2 v2
As the night’s falling drape of velvet dusk
forewarns that a drowsy stillness is nigh
and the soft butter glow of moonlight brusque
lays a gentle comfort along her thigh,
steal I a silk whisper kiss on pale skin.
And on my lips taste I such honeyed scent
I pray these hours to forever begin,
for the yearning to touch is never spent.
What beating heart could such beauty resist,
a love that from a single glance was born,
or that will cause adoring sight to mist
from knowing heartbreak will arrive at dawn.
For to her, of my love I should not say,
so must unworthy heart be gone by day.