Red Sails (sonnet)

Winter’s breath on autumn's gales,
Our hearts entwine,
Dignity fails,
I breathe so deep into my wine,

That I become a ship with red sails,
And as my mind drifts far from time,
Your face will still haunt
-mine, ill and gaunt

From night 'till dawn
You linger there
Shrilly screaming "Carry on"
And I respond "It isn't fair"

So now, as final word and at your behest
I tear my heart from my breast.