UNRESOLVED HURTS (Wordsworthian Sonnet)

In the dark my need for you accuses me ruthlessly.

With full intent is peels back my skin to speak

My consent to submit to your charm and mystique

As you entice me into the void presumably

Wanting my vow to love you without scrutiny.

Again you take me further into the dark abyss

Lonely, I hunger for your drugging kiss.

You think this dark prison prevents my mutiny?

I will not live within your subtle lies

Nor allow your caress to thwart my resolve!

I won’t subscribe to your philosophies

Or succumb to your demand and absolve

You only to return to the anomalies

Of an affair marred by hurts we can’t dissolve.