An sonnet in August: the meaningful reality

I've been writing more sonnets!  Here's my first for this month:


the meaningful reality

The hiddenness that lies beneath the norm --
which marks the form expected of my days,
and how I show myself to those who think
they know me -- lets imagination's craze
become a brief reality, to link
my bonding urges with another's form;
and though our acts will never be portrayed
in verbal epics told with native rites,
they still possess the essence of romance --
those moments cherished yet untold, sweet sights
reserved behind a curtained circumstance
where we both live as humans unafraid
to be exposed, aroused -- adventurous
as we create ferocity and bliss.