Reyvrex Questor Reyes


Love Sonnet 97: 'Last Night, I Dreamed Of Your Hand Clasped To Mine, ' - Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Last night, I dreamed of your hand clasped to mine,
Your sapphire eyes create a deep blue fire,
We shared kisses in cup more than the wine,
As cheeks would glow, which to the touch inspire;
Touch seems warmer, though night has gone cooler,
If love be play, lovers need never talk,
The lines spoken by acts mimes would infer,
And beat curtains that since in dusk would stalk;
But dreams, nocturnal, dwelling in the dark,
Could fade in breaking dawn, or hide someplace,
As passion heats, to greater joys embark,
Morning showed up, out-glossed our third embrace;
.......And not the least of my concerns, it seems,
.......Is find which pillow gives the best of dreams.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 17, 2014


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