The Revels
Sonnet #8; in alternating pentameter and hexameter, and Shakespearean rhyme
It's funny, the way that little things fall, Drops of crystal rain split in haphazard fashion- All things are fragile, no matter how small. A glass of wine shattering in rough hewn passion... Lover's limbs tangle, glittering shards dance On a ruby ocean. A river of scarlet Runs as hot blood frozen, lost to the trance, Hypnosis of skin... So much more than a harlot. Braids of blossoms drift, corsets held aloft. Unending sy...