In tainted dreams we met, the night a blur
Like pelting rain, a blinding slant of fate.
Fragrant petrichor temptation’s charm
Painted loveless visions quite obscure,
Your loyalty a twisted wish away.
Yet I believed my love might cause alarm
Might lure my heart to yours with acts demur,
Pleasantries, your senses titillate,
While lacking ways to keep me from your harm.
Your fist, a branch, slapped me suddenly. Your
Mouth, a howling wind, pierced my soul with hate;
No explanation for your violent arm.
A crush of dreams became a terror state
Until the sun encouraged a clean slate
Poetic inspiration~ dVersePoets:FormForAll – A sonnet variation
(petrichor- the smell of rain)