A sonnet cycle in production

Monday, November 10, 2014

Sonnet #13

Nature becomes your willing backdrop of
Lush leaves, splashing water, clear azure skies
Composing your comfort, cushioning thighs
And shoulder from pressures. You float above
Her pleasantries: light, white disdaining dove.
Existence lives to please you. She complies
With outrageous demands. Self-assured eyes
Negate competing forms. Yours alone shove
The rest aside. Fastidious, effortless
Purity is your gift to the world. Strained
Longings of your admirers can’t embrace
Your delicacy or fertile finesse.
Earth’s bodacious womb has never contained
Seeds of you. She thrills to be your showcase.

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