A sonnet in April: something makes it special

something makes it special


It seems it could be quite repetitive,
because the formal act is just the same
each time and place. And there we always give
unreasonable weight and vivid fame
to simple physiology, a link
that makes our procreation possible --
and if it was just eggs and sperm, I think,
like corals in the seas, the wonderful
and noted reputation of this plain
connection would not be so commonplace.
And so the aspects that we must explain
are pleasures that we find within that space,
the visual and sensual, the kinds
that bind our striving bodies in our minds.