A January sonnet on the last day of January

I've actually had this in my back pocket for awhile but didn't get a chance to post it until now.


"to make more than love"

It is a simple matter - unique just
because it must be shared alone by two
if it is to become more than mere lust
(for which it is offtimes intended.)  Due
to its importance when it is performed
with an expectance of an expecta-
tion, and agreed upon by both, then warmed
by love's base physicality, the day -
the place - the time - and the intense event
attain a plane above the main and base
such that it is remembered fully, lent
magnificence by procreation's grace
so that this joining is ingrained, retained,
sustained, unfeigned, agreed, and then attained.