Even though I've got several sonnets to publish here, I was busy last month and didn't get a chance to sort them out. So here's my first "release" for February. I hope to have a few more.
The wishes of the watchers
I found another's moment -- not my own, of course, but one I wish could have been mine; unbridled and exposed down to the bone -- authentic, far beyond the safer line that marks mere simulation. Time and place could not be known, but they are lesser to the import of the moment, flesh and lace entwined with strength and softness and a true expression of emotion's power and conviction. As I then anticipate finality, I watch her hopes demand their expectations of his destined fate -- and he complies with ecstasy's intent while I assess the marvel of consent.