Sweet Embrace

In love’s sweet embrace I fly, bereft of wings.

At your touch, my feet lose contact with the ground;

my spirit, thus freed from harsh gravity, sings.

Dancing on the air, gaily spinning around -

a tender kiss from your lips pauses the world

as thunderous echoes vibrate without sound.

My heart’s tender petals begin to unfurl;

each beat of my pulse a staccato drum beat.

Deep within, the seed of pain becomes a pearl.

Reflected in your eyes, my joy is complete.

Your smile, to my face, true happiness brings;

fanning passion’s embers to glorious heat.

Gone now, the concerns of all worldly things;

in love’s sweet embrace, I fly bereft of wings.

(c) 2017 - dustygrein

**Note: This terza-rima sonnet was done in amphibrachs, instead of iambs.