A Momentary Beguin (Terza Rima-styled Sonnet)
The tinted rose’s spectacles do hush
Out every word to mar or conquest forth
Against defiant tower of my crush.
Her face, the rising sun, exuberant mirth,
Her smile, full moon, patina, loud baguette,
Like broiling chocolate: cocoa, milk, and hearth.
Suffuse my pith with prism, her vignette,
Imbibe from fountain, eyes who offer drink;
Debauchery, mine, the greatest fear, regret.
Conscription, sign my soul with bloody ink,
The blood imploring for your breath’s embrace,
My right to live, consigned, you know not; synched.
Ejected, sickest grimace on my face,
Affection, hideous vagrant, now displaced.