The Heart’s Beat

Beneath the curls of soft crimson there waits
The sweetest perfume of desire’s dream
On the breath of the hushed cry of sorrow
Released within love’s kiss that integrates
Emotions into a sensuous stream
That cascade at the dawn of tomorrow
In a smile moistened lips whisper a name
Spoken as if making a sacred claim
Supine whisperings sent to tempt the fates
Awakened senses so softly complete
Inside the future that pure passion creates
There is no feeling that can be this sweet
Nor a rose with a beauty that equates
Such is love that seeks only the heart’s beat


©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Alfred Dorn Sonnet Registered & Protected  O0VJ-6BPG-SZ1N-UEWC


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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