Sonnet I

As we were gone to bed in heat, and lost
To care in deeply breathing in and on
Each other, as we left for nights that tossed
Our limbs, impassioned, quartered, racked, and drawn
A catastrophic drowse has rent me from
The sight of you, my beloved Heart!
Another stuns my grasp and stills the drum
That leaves me ravished, only with my part.
But would the Dreamer left me with the rite
So that I might beseech him for the time
To share a vision with my Love, delight
In life-long instants of unchained Sublime,
Until red-handed Dawn awakes me fast
From that which Fate dictates can never last.