An April sonnet, "A-C"

A-C

She is so beautiful, that were she nude
we might not even notice it! and yet
the fineness of her figure makes a crude
assessment difficult, for if we let
our lusts o'erwhelm our eyes, then we would lose
the joy of pure appreciation she
invokes -- as if we watched the fleshly hues
of life pervade a sculpture and then free
a marble maiden to receive the views
of her admiring followers, she would
be real, and thus revealed could not refuse
what had before been known and understood --
she is so far above the human norm
that we must adulate her face and form.