SONNET 924
By JH Sayyar
O Lady, let me drink from red, red lips,
Where wine of love in silent fire flows deep,
Each kiss; a flame, through my spirit slips,
And wakes the dreams were bound in sleep
Let not the stars above outshine your face,
Nor roses dare compare their hues to thine
For in your smile, I lose all sense and grace,
And taste the sweetness sweeter than all wine.
A single touch—my world begins to reel,
As blue oceans crash beneath a moonlit tide;
O let me near, my thirst alone I can feel
What in your soft breath you would hide
Grant me that cup, where passion gently sips
O Lady, let me drink from your red, red lips.
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