Blossomed Night (Petrarchan Sonnet) Poem by R. H. Peat

Blossomed Night

When love unfolds her beauty like a rose,
and spreads her petaled flame in fluent scroll,
I'm caught in muted clouds where silks unroll
their cloth to be her velvet touch in pose.
Inside her open rooms of scarlet clothes
I fade to purples where my heart is stole
with soft uncurled lips about the bowl
of crimson kiss. In dew she does disclose
her thin translucent luster laced with sighs,
whose soothing splendor draws me closer to her.
I breathe her gravity where moon has risen
to crown what's cradled in my clouded skies.
Ignited stars and downy night confer
where she unfolds her flesh to loosen heaven.


Notes:
© Ron Peat 1/2/04 8: 30 pm
Form Iambic pentameter/ 14 lines
Petrarchan Sonnet. abbaabba, cdecde
Published: 'Abyss of The Moon' Xlibris Corporation 2010