Love Sonnet XLIX

....are dreams real

Love Sonnet XLIX

 

 

Tonight, in my dreams, you were real,

your hands, tender with warmth,

caressed my face with desire.

I could feel your arms hold me, your

 

breath tickled my neck with promise,

the promise of a better world and I

could live in your heart with my heart.

Tonight, when I fell into dreams,

 

I felt your lips touch mine with the

taste of haiku and the colors of exploding

nebulae. Swirling galaxies, too many

 

to count, enticed our passion, leaving

us entwined and breathless, as moonbeams

came through my window.

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 8.20.2025

Author's Note

....thanks for reading

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

A cleverly constructed sonnet....what would Shakespeare have done without them?

I like "the taste of haiku"---
Nicely done, Curt.
j.

[redzone]

Ah, Shakespeare; even his plays were composed of sonnets. Haiku, I knew them well, and thank goodness they are not dead. I have always thought that Haiku and other more structured poems had a taste, a taste of love. While Neruda may have approved of my "free style" sonnets, Shakespeare, might have strongly disagreed.

Thanks Jacob, I appreciate your visit and review.
_Curt

[Ms claws]

Hello RedZone, I read practically all the time, whether on my base or now that I am leaving the house more!
THIS write drew me in to STOP.
What a wonderful dream, so realistic in your portrayal, darling.
It's difficult to find the correct words to relay that beautiful passion you feel during those special moments.
This poem surely comes close. I love the relaxing moonbeams at the end.
Thanks for sharing.

[redzone]

And thank you, Eternity. What a warm and delightful comment you left. And thank you for the visit.