Loving Cup

Loving Cup – Sonnet Come drink from my silver cup of loveand taste the nectar of the godsListen to the coo of the mourning dovePerched on the bough defying the odds’The wine will relax your tenseness’Said he assuredly to the young maidenShe turned, aware of his immensenessHis weight the look of the heavily ladenShe acceptedContinue reading “Loving Cup”