Sonnet in progress

Transcending time, his movements are enticing
upon the winds, untamed, whereas he rides
and by the jeweled lights- inflaming only
within desire's lair, where he resides.

I listen to the music of his angels
I dance now where before I could not go
because he loves me every tender secret
once hidden from my eyes is mine to know

For Eden is a dull and hazy waste land
until his breath I feel against my face.
And yet beneath the endless desert burning--
a paradise entwined within his grace.