Sonnet #2

I long for the warmth of her embrace,

Like the blanket of summer air,

Fragrant and heady like the enchanting mace,

A frantic heart in exhilaration, An affair

Of hearts in mystical bliss,

Ignorance of the tangible mundane,

Teems with the fecundity once amiss,

I float weightless on this breeze arcane,

Sprouting wings I glide ephemeral,

To the garden that she oft nurtures,

Discreet, I spawn an urge chimeral,

And I, the moth her glow enraptures,

The astral shimmering in her bottomless eyes,

I delved and drowned, Never to rise!