Anthony D Bailey
02-The Storm Sonnet
For Sally H
How come I feel still ravaged by tempest?
Whilst present May hath been fairly clement,
For its knife-like winds could not pierce my breast,
But playful zephyr, thou have gusts that rent,
Pity our flirt was not unlike a hurricane,
Were we not a strong and passionate storm?
Still, in those brief moments of your domain,