830. Let crawl my fingers on your coral breasts,

SONNET 830
By JH Sayyar
Let crawl my fingers on your coral breasts,
Where morning light in silent ardor plays,
And tides of breath rise gently in their quests
To mark the rhythm of love’s hidden phrase.
O sacred swells, where heat and hush conspire,
Like sun-kissed reefs beneath a dreaming sea
I trace your form, cartography of fire,
Each pulse a note in flesh’s symphony
No storm, no time can wear such wonders thin;
The salt of yearning clings to every shore.
What lies beneath this ocean of your skin?
Invites the soul to dive, and thirst for more

So let me dwell where tenderness is deep…
In coral dusk, where hearts and silence sleep