She Warms Him On The Darkest Nights (a sonnet)

William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_(1825-1905)_-_La_Nuit_(1883)William-Adolphe Bouguereau

She warms him on the darkest nights
His face silvered by the moon’s caress
Velvet darkness sings sweet-dreamed delights
He plummets deep into Morpheus’ abyss
Diana, huntress, leads the chase
Through forest deep and moonlit meadows
To catch him ere he turns his face
And forgets she who keeps him close
He shudders within her sheltering arms
She pulls him closer to her breast
As he succumbs to her nightly charms
His face, his form softly possessed
With each dawn, dark dreams fracture
Limbs entwined, sweetest rapture

cegl  4.22.16

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