Sonnet: "More than just ... "

I humbly admit that this sonnet came out pretty close to how I wanted it to.



More than just ...

Within her luscious cave of warm desire
my questing rite continues, seeking to
discover where the source that may inspire
the lines of poets, and strong hopes that brew
in our desirous minds, exists -- this search
is simple and repeated, yet it finds
a treasured and revered and ancient church,
the sanctuary where the tie that binds
each body to its spirit is enshrined;
And as the name of God becomes profane
in ecstasies, it looks to be designed
for an exclusive christening -- we gain
a universal knowing beyond sight,
transcending our voluptuous delight.