Incomparable for MY Lady Irene

variant sonnet

Incomparable

The calm that comes when passions spent.
Lying together well content.
We reached the peak of ecstasy
from which we descend quietly.
Our hearts and bodies intertwined.
There is no pleasure we could find
could possibly compare to this.
An interval of perfect bliss.
Togetherness as it should be.
There is no you there is no me,
in every sense we are as one
Loves silken chains can't be undone.
Although the flames of passion died
we are at peace well satisfied.

31-Jan-09
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Reviews

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Oh, Irene should like this one! "There is no you there is no me" is my favorite line because it expresses perfect bliss. I've grown to consider sonnets a favorite of mine, both to read and to write. Nice work! Sharon