192...XCVII- Sonnet-The Feast

Night thighs hot and humid
pores piqued with tingles;
fingers pace themselves
with streaks down the middle

as mine eyes playfully feast 
under the fullness of the moon,
glistening hills and valleys
of fine art that is all of you.

Climatic laughter rested beside us,
as thoughts steered to pretend
a faint quivering of my lips

whispered "love" under its breath,
with "you" and "I" at each end.
Tomorrow will we still remain friends?



DionWorx

184...Sonnet XCVI THE AFFAIR

The pages of our love affair
sustained a paradise of words
that formed chapters of discreet
titillating secrets yet discovered.

Our favorite passages contained
the coded language we exercised
to fill our worlds with excitement,
make it fade away slowly each time.

Our rendezvous under the stars
were the best kept secrets indeed.
In each others arms we learned

the wrong side was the place to be.
All the sordid elements against us
became the torment that let us breathe.


DionWorx

181...Sonnet XCV FLOODGATE

Rooted long ago in keen observations
discreet barriers were slowly erected;
irreverent dams built to prevent
streams of emotions into a commitment.

You pulled levers and pushed buttons
to release the waters meant for two;
but my arrogant vanity kept its seal
and when you had done all you can do

you gave up...and I was left with a sea
with no rivers or a brook to breathe.
It was me who pushed open within you

the floodgates of resentment against me
to consume my conceit and drown my sin,
by losing you...and become the man I should be.



DionWorx

178...Sonnet Forbidden Fruit

The bold canvas of the night sky
held a tapestry of stars chosen,
emblazoned as gems for our eyes only
in a kind of magic to mark the moment.

Hidden beauty unloved madness and trust
begging to succumb to a slower method,
dividing pulse of hearts and tremble
into the rhythm of drumbeats perfected.

Sad promises were challenged as lacking.  
Deeds presented themselves as real.
If you're mine tonight and his last night;

what is the forbidden fruit's appeal?
Are we to venture into the lake of fire
in a sordid ordeal... or heaven piecemeal.



DionWorx

163...Sonnet XCIII..The Last KIss

Lips parted to receive my last kiss.
Sanity lying on the very precipice
I pressed them gently as a last wish
from a state that did not dim your loveliness.

Before choosing eternity in the dark;
a sole ember stood and took its place
from the ashes where it laid apart
to be alighted anew.... to life in a blaze.

Death rudely took what belonged to me
but did not vanquish your significance.
Where once a fire inside you flamed

it found fuel without any resistance,
and settled in an ideal space in me
to breathe pure love back into existence.



DionWorx

156...Your Pillow

Resigned from your perfume
left on the sheets you slept on
I dare not spread out your impression
to erase you were here... and not gone.

Left to hold your pillow close to me,
softly press it upon my cheek,
tears well up...and roll one by one
tracing the melancholy abiding in me.

I close my eyes to draw you near
but a peculiar state of being
challenges my flight of dreams;

grounds my mortality without meaning.
without the wings you gave me
immersed in joy... to keep me believing.



DionWorx

142...Sonnet XCII

I drew love...and in an instant you appeared
as I drew the lines that formed your eyes
your gentle face and sweet lips that drew me
slowly into a state of passion magnified.

Your fine aspects I've grown to idolize
with artistic impressions to dignify
articulate verses that glorify
the gravity of your orbit sublime.

Using these hands that once touched you
I outline the depths of my imagination
and bring forth the angel of my dreams

to make you smile with my sincere adulation.
A world without you truly must be configured,
to dwell within the stars of your constellation.




DionWorx




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141...Sonnet XCI

Life comes out of my very being
each time I delve into the depths
that compels me to think of you,
and manage emotions that otherwise are unfed.

My breathing slowly intensifies
as I close my eyes to ride the skies,
to play with the memories of your smile
because today once again you're in my mind.

To relieve my aching heart untangled
from the knots that present curses,
and endeavor to make you smile

with my devotion to write these verses.
What judgment should I fear doing no wrong
loving you in my creative ways has a purpose.



DionWorx



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140...Sonnet XC

Let me steal your thoughts today because
governing logic has become a cause.
Life is full of lessons to be learned
and this one is yet to be taught.

How to forget what I don't want to,
not be reminded of what is significant;
cast aside the beauty of it all,
make strides to put aside what is innocent.

I must confess my heart still races
at the mere mention of your name
and the symphony of words that comprise

pieces of my heart need to be tamed.
Twenty thee days past the new year
marks a time...I yearn to touch your sweet face.




DionWorx




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138...Sonnet LXXXIX

Today you came to mind and I wondered;
can one forget a rainbow so soon,
a shooting star passing through,
the first kiss walking on the moon?

Can one dismiss the touch of a woman,
alluring fragrance of her tresses,
the warm whisper of a gentle command;
gifts of pure delight deemed precious?

A man is wholly obliged to discern
what is beautiful and what is good.
A quarter of a century in the making

stars realign to evoke as it should;
Its within the fold of your embrace
a heaven for two is understood.



DionWorx



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137...Sonnet LXXXVIII

Yield accolades befitting her style,
candied treats to suit the occasion.
Lend one rose over and above two dozen
before twenty five candles set in formation.

Yield the solemn promises she merits,
the gifts that meet her expectations.
Caring hands that stroke her semblance
when she dons a smile for creation.

Yield all the love she's able to bear
in her world with no complications.
Soon after the candles have melted away

and roses have wilted in graceful fashion;
once in a lifetime, special everyday
she'll remain standing as your inspiration.



DionWorx



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134....Sonnet LXXXVII

I could remember clearly not planning 
around the order of your gentle world,
looking long enough into your eyes,
discerning the wisdom of your pearls.

I could recall in my vanity
overlooking that you were the beautiful one,
oblivious to tears you may have cried;
how it was all becoming undone. 

I can recollect your confessions
pouring over a glass of red wine,
whispering honesty in my deaf ears; 

your inner most secrets by pillow's side.
Truly a bold spirit had compromised
to explore a grief, to me now consigned.




DionWorx

131...Sonnet LXXXVI

 

You...well acquainted with my heart
can anticipate the dew of loving words
gathered as gentle clouds to reign
over the sweet rainbow preferred.

To shower your being with affection.
Erect a pedestal that you may stand.
Draw inspiration from your existence,
your disarming twinkle that commands.

A dainty flower has blossomed today:
How can one resist your perfume any more?
Twenty four years of kisses testify

to your wonder that must be explored.
Twenty four hours left to celebrate.
A lifetime to cherish and adore.



DionWorx



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130...Sonnet LXXXV

A man can readily get lost in you
if he had a mind to do so.
To find himself on other side 
of wonder, with you in one soul.

Discover the loveliest treasures
found within the curve of your lips.
In the gentle stroke of your hand
affection that endures as bliss.

You kissed my soul into harmony
and became the teacher of a song.
Along the byways of yesterday

your melody and favors stand strong.
What I've loved, I still do, yet let go.
Rewards of my own I care not to call wrong.




DionWorx



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127...Sonnet LXXXIV

It takes two... to love each other
but only one to despise another.
One to accuse...another to agree.
One to conspire against his brother.

One to forget...another to remember.
One to tell the truth and one to lie.
One to make a real difference
first as a testimony in their own life.

One to come to the conclusion
you cannot save the world alone,
but a world next door closer to you.

Real peace exists only as your own.
For the ways of men is war and folly
competing for hearts and minds stoned cold.



DionWorx

126...Sonnet LXXXIII

Oh what emotions do to our lives.
We pick and choose which are convenient.
What‘s good for today won't be for tomorrow.
As we struggle to live in the intellect

circumscribed by reasons of logic.
Unbridled emotions cast you down
after it has spirited you away
in an uproar of confidence unsound.

Not rooted on what’s best in the long run.
Or experiences tried and tested.
But feeding on uncertainties,

waving platitudes that sentence.
May I call love a truth and not an emotion?
Most assuredly there is a difference.



DionWorx

125...Sonnet LXXXII

Silver moonbeams paint the ripples

rolling softly upon rich black waters.

A timid undercurrent has visited the bay

filling it with emotion in quiet splendor.

The cool winter breeze caresses me

tracing the contours of my semblance.

As I breathe the vigor of the night air,

and take in the stars with no one present.

It is then I, absorbed in the moment,

ponder why does the beauty of it all

always surrender a place to you?

In a mindful resolute protocol,

second nature revealing in its aspects,

your lips and your eyes... what I most recall.

DionWorx

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124...Sonnet LXXXI

A rainbow still lingers in brilliance
bathing the contours of my golden heart.
Honing absolutes as the tide and wind,
doused in steep emotions of fine art.

Intuitively embracing the likes of wonder
as treasures peeking out from the sand.
I am left to reflect on your polished allure
that still graces me with charm and class.

Hearing the ocean's song speaking to me
I retain fondly my impressions of you.
And as I labor to consolidate

these mixed emotions perfectly tuned,
I open my eyes and see a picture of you
to remind me what rainbows are and do.




DionWorx




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123...Sonnet LXXX

I do not seek my own righteousness.

I aspire to understand one truth.

I can't explain what is given.

Of a state most likely you'll label too.

I aim to be a plain man not a simple one.

Who cries tears of joy as often as I can.

Impervious to superfluous diatribes,   

emotional lathering  that does not withstand.

I do not need to know what doesn’t matter.

Stand in the sinking sand of vain fools.

Though strange it may seem to the many

The many cannot be part of the few.

Seeing clearly the challenges before me,

It's perfect love that will lead me through.

DionWorx

122...Sonnet LXXIX

A thousand times I call yet no answer.

A thousand minutes desolate in vain.

Many days appointed to gather in total

accumulated as if points to a game.

A measure of time that spans inconceivably

as a string of endless ambivalence,

tied in knots of classified disappointments,

irretrievably lost in quiet frustration.

A meager expectation thwarted.

Reduced to a miracle that may occur.

Confounding logic to a stalemate.

Circumventing a defeat, the will to surrender,

I become haggard and gray gracefully.

One day you’ll remember I am your brother.

DionWorx