Saturday, January 23, 2016
A January sonnet
A sonnet for a warm morning in January.
At least if you're inside, in a warm bed.
"arousing at sunrise"
Awakened not by birdsong as the dawn
exchanges light for nighttime's dark, but by
an e'en more lovely brush of touch -- a faun
upon his pipes could play a lullaby
appropriate for this sweet time, yet skill-
fully she plays a better instrument;
her fingers and her embouchure both thrill
the music in my soul and meld a pent-
up longing with romance. She singly winks
at me while I explore a tandem scope –
a blend of lips and tongues, yet what one thinks
a kiss is diff'rently aligned with hope
for passionate fulfillments shared between
the dreams and sighs and thighs of king and queen.
at 10:29 PM