Sonnet I – In Your Hands

It happens when I look in to your eyes;

When whispered burning breaths beseech my ear;

Your face when our gaze locks cannot disguise,

Your want, your need, compulsion draws you near.

Our shadows share a heartbeat, intertwined,

A limitless immaculate desire,

Surrender as we both become one mind,

This infinite and ever-kindled fire.

Alas, the love that dare not speak its name,

For such a thing has only been a dream,

Of passion cold, ignited in to flame,

A vision given life and set agleam.

My hope, my fate, held taut in your firm grasp;

My life, like sand to wind, should you unclasp.