A sonnet about ... well, you'll figure it out. I've provided one clue below.
enshrined in mind
They aren't so much remarkable -- each pair
belongs exclusively to half of us,
although the other half does seem to share
as many as thought possible. We thus
have elevated them to artistry
(despite their functional simplicity)
and so they now possess a mystery
beyond their simple physiology
that captivates the eyes of those who hope
to first admire what they desire, and then
to hold what they've beheld, to glide their slope
and round their curve and know that they are men
because these lovely glands incite each thought
to make from dreams the touch that they have sought.
No comments:
Post a Comment