Sonnet IX

Her body shivers. Shadowed shame of pale
Flesh.   Sonance silently whispers her name.
His vim binds her and she knows without fail,
This, her service, is that which makes her lame.
He clutches, grips and rips her from the tame
Manifolds of her tapered pleasantries.
She’s now different, no longer the same
Fragile, fearful, plain light delicacy.
The journey to find all she can be
He sees it.  A fiery wild side,
Gnawing through her drowning sensual sea,
Fighting against the rapid, raging tide
It is now, where His vision seems to thrive
And now where finally, she is alive

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