Sonnet 87 – Sacred

It was meant to be a loving tumble -
merely time for us to play. She liked the
hot, rough love, where limbs and blankets jumble,
leaving us tired, gasping. She leapt at me

with no pretense. I wrestled her to our
bed when she thought she’d have the upper hand,
pinned her arms above her head and kissed her.
Wrapping her legs around me, she rolled and

flipped us. Not even stopping to undress,
she danced above me as I moaned beneath.
In that moment she became the Goddess
to me – Gaea, glory and all my faith.

She was primal Beauty, Love and Life.
Then smiling, she kissed me, became my wife.

Sonnet 86 – I Don’t Need You

I can live without you.  I lived alone once
and I was happy then.  No need to share
my supper and never shushed for silence,
my life was my own and I didn’t care

what others thought of how I lived.  I don’t
need you to fill my arms.  Other lovers
would be happy to hold me, though they won’t
fit like you did.  Even under covers

and in the dark, I would know your perfume
and each of your curves and your hollows.  I
smell you, see your stamp in every room
where we shared joy and laughter.  So I‘ll lie.

I don’t need you.  If I say it often,
I may believe that I’ll find love again.

Sonnet 85 – Surrender

Surrender yourself to our love once more.
Rest your ankle on my shoulder while I
massage your calf with hands and mouth.  Let your
fear wash through you:  feel it flow far away

as my desire grows, enfolds us both in
our only true home.  Sit in my lap and
let our eyes meet – they’ll hold such sweet passion
suspended between us that no demand

could be denied.  Move with me as you move
me; make me mad to free you.  Hold me, lead
me on to promises that only love
can keep.  Know that I want you, that I need

to please you as no other ever has
or will.  Don’t let us long for “never was”.

Sonnet 84 – Haunted

You found me ruggedly handsome that day.
I’m amazed by what you saw in me, how
you always knew precisely what to say
to make me feel a man and more.  I know

I won’t be him again.  I remember
bittersweet moments from the brief time we
spent as “us”.  I loved you slowly, spoke your
name like a psalm while you held me tightly

to your breast, our breathing hot and ragged.
I watched you move about the room and I
discovered grace.  When you kissed me, I could
almost believe you were mine, that we’d buy

our way to freedom with passion.  That man
lies here haunted and hurt, lonely again.

Sonnet 83 – Down, Not Done

I can do this alone.  I have before
and I can and will again.  That much, at
least, is left of me.  In reaching for more,
I became ungrounded and forgot that

I have limits.  Dreams get damned and dreamers
lose sleep like anyone else.  I’m down, not
done, though.  Heartbreak, loneliness, anger, tears?
Bring them on.  They can stoke the rage for what

comes next.  It’s time for battle, one epic
gained for an earlier epic lost.  Now
is the time for a cold head, the classic
striving of passion versus sense.  I know

this much:  if hope no longer has a hold
on me, I lose nothing by being bold.

Sonnet 82 – Shattered

I could no more resist you than I could
surrender breathing.  When I look at you,
I lose all thought that any woman would
so fill me with longing again.  We two

become the sweetest one:  we fit truly,
naturally.  Lying side by side - your
hand stroking my shoulder, my back - we see
home in each other’s eyes and ache for more.

We love profoundly in such dear, small ways:
two hands, two hearts touching; kisses light
and sweet or sharp and hungry; an embrace
full of urgency and need.  Just the sight

of you slays me, shatters me.  I will miss
you terribly, Angel – I will miss us.