Sonnet Fun – More Confessions of a Cover Whore


From ‘More confessions of a Cover Whore’

A Sonnet to my¬†Beach Soiree date, Luke from “Dark Isle” by¬†Shannon Mayer

Luke, is one of the Tuatha de Daanan. You know, Fae. Which means not only does he have the looks of a demi-god, but he has the Charm to back it up.

Shall I seek thee heat of a wicked dance?
While the song of fire crackles at thine back?
These winds make haste the wildness of my heart
Magic wraps in close as we reach the beach

Your hand seeks mine grasps its possession strong
Smoke and Flame release our space giving way
Mine sweet love embrace thee smoldering heat
Sweat glistens Smile bright golden chest with might

But alas your heart is not yours to give
Ancient prophets, ancient race, your soul to live
Be mine tonight tomorrow hers sweet Luke
Embrace mine gift, for this dance will be thine

The sun in hiding; the wildfire at bay
The heat of hearts for just one day of mine.

R. I. P. Will

“All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

William Shakespeare

The celebrated playwright and poet died on this day in 1616 at the age of 52.