Sonnet XI



Upon the bed with one leg crossed beneath

You brush and fling your tawny golden hair

The candlelight which murmurs in the air

Floats through and drips from soft that silky wreath

It glistens on your shoulders back and breasts

And lingers coyly gently curled about

I kiss your fingers love I have no doubt

In calmness time and now my feeling rests


You plan to go and leave the gutt'ring flame

As my sole companion and yet that same

Soft light has kissed your hair as I and we

Two will not be sorry rememb'ring the

Soft waterfall of your mane together

Its scent vanilla candle and heather


                                                                        Christopher J. Cramer

                                                                        November 1982