About time I wrote another sonnet. This one came out about the way I wanted it to. You never can tell if a sonnet will end up where you think it's going to go at the beginning.
'As If You Were'
How many times have I encountered you in thought? Uncountable - you do possess my mind at unexpected moments, through the minutes of all days. As I progress each mundane section that assembles life,
unbidden yet expectedly I find myself with you, as if you were my wife and we together celebrated bind- ing love with physical emotions, deep within each other's souls as bodies rolled and mold and force and surge, before they leap
into the flames of ecstasy. I hold those images until they fade, until another comes and I am with you still.