745. O flame that stirs beneath the moonlit skin,

SONNET 745
By JH Sayyar
O flame that stirs beneath the moonlit skin,
Thou art the pulse of life’s most secret fire,
Where breath and body’s hunger both begin
To rise in tides of fierce and sweet desire
Thy touch, a language deeper than the tongue,
Translates the ache of longing into grace;
In whispered sighs, in gasps of joy hard-wrung,
We lose the world and find a sacred place.
No shame in thee, O pleasure crowned with trust,
When hearts consent and spirits intertwine
Thy heat may scorch, but never turn to dust
When love or lust doth mark thy path divine

So let us praise this gift, both bold and true—
A mortal bliss yet touched with heaven's hue.