Love Sonnets

by Joanna

Reading Pablo Neruda makes my hand clutch toward my chest,
Enhancing the waves of passion that spill forth from a wanton heart,
Matching the floods of warmth that exude,
Words sent through a Lover’s pen.
Musing upon the hours whiled away,
Lasting visions of joy enrapture me,
I close the book, exhaling,
Awash with endless streams of desire.