Polluted Air

Past days echo in tickings of a clock
The clock that marks time passing with a tock
Each tick, each tock is gone forevermore
No more can life be as it was before
Before you touched my heart with love’s encore
Again, encore, I beg another kiss
The sweetest kiss that leads me to your bliss
In blissful moments let your love hold me
Imprison me in love let us fly free
For freedom is knowing that we can be.
Let me be true to my own Sapphic heart
Ignore the heartless words we said too fast
Unfasten dreams release them to divine art
As art consumes all pains left in the past

©JG Farmer 2013
Form: Wreathed Sonnet