Beneath Cloistered Bowers

Here beneath tendrils of green willow tree
Where sun seldom kisses darkening shade
A secret world exists for you and me
As we patiently wait for light to fade

Once brilliant sun sets, pale moon rises high
Your hands find their way to my secret place
From my lips escape pleasurable sighs
As my fluttering heart begins to race

Shedding our clothes beneath cloistered bowers
Time slips away, day blends into night
Whiling away tender passionate hours
Safe from prying eyes, hidden from their sight

Oh! My darling pray this night never ends
For here in your arms I’ll forever spend

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Doubly Perfect Fourteen Lines

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at:
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

10 Comments on “Beneath Cloistered Bowers

  1. You know how much I love willows, Linda, so from my point of view, you couldn’t go wrong with the setting! I’m looking at our willow out of the corner of my eye as I type, and the opening lines are perfect. I like the passion and romance of your sonnet.

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