Sonnet #1
I saw you and my wish, at once, fulfilled.
My fantasy became my waking life.
That fracture, I don’t want it to be healed.
I touched you and I gazed into your eyes.
A cast, revolving, of identities,
in my unconscious life, I recognize.
One often will reject reality;
in fantasy, another would decide.
I wouldn’t use it only to seduce,
one whispered word that’s turned into a lie.
If I would cleave to you, let that be true,
all former loves, away, I let them die.
To wonder, only, I am satisfied,
unless toward me you would turn your eyes.
T.H. Chalm 