‘Sonnet 39: Dear Eros, My Lover’

Photographer - Tobi Brun

Sonnet 39: Dear Eros, My Lover

Dear Eros, my lover, a god and more
My psyche is imprisoned by his eyes
His hair, more radiant than bright sunrise
His fine veins hold more gold than pure ichor
He breathes—his chest, the tide; his skin, the shore
My ardent lust in lucid bowed lips lies
His moonlit shadows the stars idolize
His grace, a sweet tale of romantic lore
If love is sure, then I have gained my dream
This darling sin will be the end of me
But what pleasure to fall to his arrows
The god of love is my love, it does seem
His kiss is to my heart the long-lost key
My lover, I know, truly is Eros

Elizabeth Monreal is a young Mexican-American writer based in Las Vegas.