An erotic sonnet in June

glorious night

In what outstanding dream would I partake
of a dramatic link with her? How could
I forge my naked sword, with which I'd make
my welcomed thrusts? In fantasies the good
is even better, tastes more vivid, touch
enhanced, each aspect magnified beyond
the norm -- so there we are amazing, much
akin to lustful gods as we respond
in twain, our climaxes like earthquakes, sighs
tornadic and our love surpassing bounds
of reason as our junctured bodies rise
and fall and oceanic rhythm sounds
augment our mating cries. A dream, of course,
unreal -- reality lives at its source.