A sonnet a day for February 2014 - day 4 - Capture

Dear, is your heart so perfect as it seems

Are there times you sit on the sand and stare
Do you pontificate romance and themes
Like sex and joy and whether life is fair

I wonder sometimes about trust and faith
I think about God and nature, you, me
I write poetry about haints and wraiths
I bet you never think 'bout things like these

You are refulgence of lava of sun
Way you move and speak. Your lips rose and full
You ever wonder if I could be one
Of foreheads you kiss, your hands in my wool

These are just things I think late in the night
Let my dreams flow, whether wrong or it's right