Another new sonnet: "slopes on the mountain"

Sometimes you have to give tribute where tribute is due.



slopes on the mountain

My own imaginings could not conceive
of marvels so phenomenal between
two lust-filled lovers—though we all believe
'tis possible to emulate their scene
(for technically it is what we all do),
to find the heights of vivid fervency
that they inspire seems far beyond the true
distressing state of bare congruency
when practiced by most citizens. Yet she
and he are far beyond our norms, astride
the realms of earth and airs of ecstasy;
and what they share we can't negate or hide
just for the reason that their acts exceed
what we believe acceptable in deed.