A commemorative sonnet

I was inspired to write this sonnet by the end of the nude Playmate of the Month in Playboy magazine.  I hope they know what they've done.


"nudity lost - the passing of the Playmates"

She symbolized a gap unbridgeable
between an ideality of near-
ness and the simply unattainable
(though most of us, like me, would find her dear
and unforgettable). We'd make a date
with her upon our calendar, a name
we would not know, a mate we would await,
'til she displayed herself for our acclaim
and spiced our fantasies with her appeal.
She now abides within a pantheon
of womanhood, untouched by time; both real,
angelic, and sublime -- and yet the con-
sequence is that these vaunted memberships
are closed, as we unloose our loving grips.