Sonnet number 3
Peace fills the room as water fills a glass
And silence floods me with it’s quiet calm.
But passion lingers, not yet in the past,
While I draw circles on you open palm
With fingers that tremble at memories
Of the fire ignited in passion’s throes,
And pleasure cascades as shivers through me
Like wind caressing the trees as it blows
Through the world – then we gaze at each other
With eyes that are fixed in a tired stare
That’s only ever passed between lovers
After the intimacy they have shared.
So now into sleep’s gentle arms we lay
To dream each other to another day.
Jamie F. Leader
Copyright ©2006 Jamie F. Leader