Sonnet 6 - Fourteen Days

Fourteen days can change the world. Two short weeks
and all is wonder once again. Where I
had no words, no warmth, fair love once more speaks
and I can find an answer, some reply

which will not displease you, leave you wanting,
starved for true affection. I would hold you
now, arms wrapped round you, whisper slow moving
scenes to quicken your spirit. Hope made new

tastes sweet. Your mouth, your tongue, taste much sweeter.
I’d rest my head on your thigh, stroke your calf
till heat and need suffuse you. No better
time, nor deeper love could I long to have

than you, Bright Angel. Lovers should know love.
Let loving words bind us, and grief reprove.