A sonnet in March

if you could sight what I write


Now let me feel again the racing heart-
beat when my lover shall provide the views
that I desire; the first she does impart
as she reveals herself, in shades and hues
of naked skin and cherished places that
I long to touch -- the second as she takes
me in her fingers and her mouth, her att-
itude intent upon the bliss she makes
until I sight the treasure 'tween her thighs
that clarifies my dreams, and greets my base
profession with the hopes and themes and sighs
that mark connection -- then she sees my face,
my eyes infixed upon her -- as am I --
and we both feel our heartbeats pulsing nigh.