Monday seems like a good day for sonnets. Here's an old one I wrote when I finally figured out what I was doing.
Besides, we can all use a little romance on Mondays.
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Simile for Your Kiss
The full moon took its time, and then my breath
Away as I saw clouds reveal its light;
Then gave me pause as when our lips first met.
I gasped in recognition -- pure delight.
Remembering your kiss, your touch -- that smile
Stopped my anguish at a moment’s crest
As liquid silver was my truth. And while
I memorize your touch upon my breast.
And, stopping me with white, the water mist
Reflects the singing moon as tarnished fire.
Just where my breath had paused before your kiss –
That same soul-filling memory of desire.
Mixing milk then bronze into the vial
The moon is metaphor still in your smile.
26 Sep 2002
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