Sunday, March 16, 2014

A sonnet for March and the morning


OK, apparently I really was inspired this morning (in more ways than one) because this is truly one of the best erotic sonnets I have written.   I hope you'll enjoy it too.

unsuppressed

Because I dreamed of you, when I awoke
I sensed my nocturne's reveries were now
translated to an overture, an ache
of stark desire, the sprit upon my bow,
distinguished by its personality --
a singleness of purpose and intent
which in the morning's mirrored clarity
expresses all that you fulfill, unbent 
and unabashed, remembering how you
accept my comicality as we 
connect ecstatically and we renew
the physicality of love, so free
that I can be what I can see, except
within you I express my profuse debt.


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