Philotes’ Touch

Form: Ivorian Sonnet 31 aa bcb dede bcade

Philotes – goddess of affection or daemon of intercourse

We sip on white wine to the sounds of night
Our glasses glimmering in the moonlight
No clouds obscuring the soft silver rays
As we chat quietly, two souls in love
And sharing hopes and dreams of future days
From the bottle, I pour out some more wine
With the moon in your eyes to make me smile
So, I pass you a glass, fingers entwine
And our chat changes and senses beguile
It is not the wine that has caught my gaze
Nor the moon as she shines down from above
My love, it is you that brings me delight
As the word love is now mine to define
With a kiss that seals my lips in its smile

©JG Farmer 2020

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