More Natural ~ Sonnet 43

Loving me with my shoes off 
means loving my long brown legs 
Anne Sexton



What could be more natural
                                     than the bend of my knee
                    And the glide of your palm
                                     from my ankle to tender thigh?

And lips that pray to flesh
                                     as a thing of divinity?
                My throat was made
                                    for the simple bliss of a sigh,

Your eyes, for the sole purpose
                                    of my gracious nudity.
                 For the pulse beneath my skin
                                   and the rivers that run within.

Oh, Love, that you may know my nature thus!
That I may know the wonder of this perfect trust.



Day 24 ~ A Shakespearean Sonnet

Sherry is our host in The Imaginary Garden today, asking us to describe a Natural Wonder.