Sonnet Iv

Fleeting moments suspended in freezing air, One-sided passion burning like a cigarette, A taste of feigned innocence and feigned lack of care Moving to the music of dreams we will soon forget. So tell me now; kiss the bottle and spin the girl. Our lips show off the unsecrets they know about And greedily caress inspired skin, unfurl A thousand fleshy rose petals and what's left out: Our sins in ashes of our bodies, smoldering Coals in retrospect. Dance in the flames that consume Our thoughts and actions-a distant sense of folding, A closer sense of cloud cover: impending doom. Our bodies touch, they bloom, and quickly they will wilt Upon the gravestones of the emotions we killed. "Sonnet IV" Jenna-Nichole Conrad Wordsmith