Love's forgotten fight (Scottish Sonnet)

So why now, does her face cold crack,  
fingers drawn, stretched tight to scratch,  
split lipped her frown, as a thunder brews,  
mouth opens, with words I canea use,  

apologies spat back, writhed on her tongue,  
press tight to her anger, flaying held strong,  
ceramic sand cloud, cuts deep into flesh,  
with struggles fading, her ambitions I test,  
 
fine muscle relaxes, guilt loosens my grip,  
light softens her tones, embraced lips bit,  
my eyes give chase to our hiding place,  
probing mouths race the passion we taste,  
 
how frantic now our coupling calls flight,  
low down we caress love's forgotten fight.