Trust Me Baby This Is Love
At dusk, his eyes, dark brown. At once I melt.
Again, and yet again, with each sweet kiss.
Bright stars! He’s asked to marry me. He knelt,
With “trust me baby this is love,” in this
Romantic place of time and space. Knees weak.
A vestal moon shades blush this pale white dove.
His breath abates. He yearns for me to speak.
His heart’s been tossed inside the brig of love.
I wont to keep facade of logic’s sense,
But sky’s alight with truth and sappiness.
His “trust me baby this is love” intense.
His dusk dark browns lean into happiness.
Oh twilight moon! My beau is turning blue!
A crimson crescent smile exhales, “I do!”
6/25/2017
Sonnet
1st Place
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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