STANDING FIRM

(a sonnet)  
 
On valley’s smile my mind's eye lingers still  
The flush and curve of every God made line  
On smell and taste my sweet glazed fingers fill  
The wonder of your craving depths define
 
How many nights I’ve dreamt to be encased  
How many dreams I’ve spent found bound in you  
The mouthly airs that turn and rise to taste  
In turning mouth to end we find end’s due  
 
But nights there are when dreams like demons come  
When dark alone betrays my cur'sed heart  
I reach to find a cold unreasoned numb  
And long for love that press of lips impart  
 
Yet I stand firm and take my fate in hand  
With hope you'll come to take my firmly stand