Love's Reflection

2) b) Full of emotion, untapped as of yet
By man's hand, trapped in passing circles of
Mist; such mist of desires, fleeting hopes,
Flick of the wrist, turn my eyes to meet yours.
Would you desist burning schemes of sweet love?
For though you press in upon me, eager
To know of my blessings fond gift, beakers
Of ale in tavern halls are more swiftly
Drunk by Drunkards hollering at the door;
Monks have better discourse, chat the more
By staying their celibate course than you.
For you would pair with me for your hopes, dreams
Of Loving labor's hands. But what of me?
Thus, with but a question, have I called your
Bluff. Mists of love's reflection not enough.  

                                             Love's Reflection, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

Hope in Defeat

1) b) Held back in this fortress of solitude
I await your presence; for you are rude
To bait me, delays intensify, mar the
Desire for your love. Yet far from here
Your fighting chore, shoving through enemies
And tight lipped gore, moving through the breezes
Upon the wind, your glorious brow stays;
Have I sinned, that furious bow of plays
That does keep your grace from loves desires?
But rust in the rain, as I must, with the fires
Of your toil and pain that durst to mire
My hopes in the form of letters discreet.
Thus do I stand, torn by your absence, meet
Dreadful gales born from your defeat.

                                                    Hope in Defeat, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

Reality of Thought

15) The sun has dried me up, my senses no
Longer pass; fried, as an egg condenses
Upon the skillet. Yet I comprehend
One small fact; unfettered hands do so bend
The reason of my mind, deter my fears,
As they run the length of my chin, render
Past judgements unintelligent and cheer
The pudgy mess I am with dubious
Hopes. So has the grasp of your hands given
Me thought that not all was as I believed.
But taught as I was to suspect all things
With equal measure, I frown at your act.
Such sequels as those led by charity
Do wrench at my heart with brevity. 

                                                                    Reality of Thought, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

Teacher of Sin

14) Were it not for the danger I am in
I surely ought to admire your nerve.
Such forms as are women do not shape sin
With so much cunning device; gentle curves
That do make up your frame, ice to reshape
In the depths of your heart, waxed from frost.
So unrepresentative of your sex,
Towing me about so to perplex
Me of your intentions, but I know well;
Free from lords, men of disrepute and lust
Most foul, women, governed by raging hell
Committed upon their beauteous bust,
Rebel. Yet your eyes bear no evil thought,
Though by my actions has evil been taught.

                                                                Teacher of Sin, (c) Luke Bennette, March 2012

Second Death

13) Praying for a second chance, as I lay
Helpless, core exposed, rancid in these clothes,
I wait upon you; closed off by the bow
You carry upon your back. Did you seek
To rendezvous with my corpse? Why so bleak?
Are but a few seconds hopes from my meek
And frail frame all you desire? Try
This mail clad soul, for the fire I
Did escape whole; woe to your petty scheme,
for such doleful stares cannot rectify dreams,
Will not raise such cares as dead men from your
Shoulders, as is he whom I did obscure. 
So, hot with thirst, unable to move, I
Wait for your vengeance; my spirit to fly.

                                                                     Second Death, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012                         

Past

12) To describe you is nothing short of woe!
For the scribes do play at games, in love, oh
They that put the pen to their lover's form
Do no justice to send  such bare words, torn
From the mind of men, touched with blackest ink;
For what kind of sonnet matches swift sights
That do blind. a bonnet could not brim light
As powerful as does appear here on
The shore! Yet she was mine enemy long
Ago, bore pains which time cannot mend; strong
Words are refrains, apologies that fail.
Unless they tame, appease memories gate,
And lessen sin's freezing hand with sorrow.
So do I wait; the woman I did rape
Covered in shadow by a sunlit cape.

                                                                    Past, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

Fate and Chance

11) Despite fear my eye lids opened to see,
But fright clears my senses, ropes me once more
To tighten the fence of mine eyes; for doors
That once I thought closed now open anew.
Brats I had bought, nosy girls, and a few
Women that had taken leave of their men;
For ten fat cads had I cleaved from the stem,
Tore their bodies radically, like hens.
Such a feat I had not thought to rue, dead
Or alive, for I was not taught to fear.
Yet now your silhouette shines through my lids,
Better seen by the debts that color it.
So I look upon you once more, escape 
No longer wanted; nuance be my bait!

                                                             Fate and Chance, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012