Scarletta--Petrarchan Sonnet

Scarletta

(Petrarchan Sonnet)

Scarletta; Oh my dark sabled mistress
With thine opaline skin and silver tongue,
Lilt quietly those sultry songs you've sung;
That enraptures this soul that is restless
In spirit; to gently caress this stress.
Those midnight-blue eyes, and limbs thus summon
A fulfilled and intriguing temptation
Of thine encrimsoned and lithe appearance.
Yet; why do you only remain in dreams--
And remain outside the reaches of me;
Where I cannot, still not, hold onto you,
In all thine exquisite, carmine figu'rine
Which sings those tunes of sensuality,
Leaving this anxious soul alone, untrue?