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.
Beautiful, Kerry
ReplyDeleteOh, one of the very best natural wonders! Wonderful indeed, that glide of hand, bliss of sigh, and the rivers running within. So lyrical and lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your inspiring and open-ended prompt, Sherry.
DeleteI am literally swooning right now!❤️ There is so much to love in this Shakespearean Sonnet, one that parallels to the Bard of Avon. Especially this: "And lips that pray to flesh as a thing of divinity? My throat was made for the simple bliss of a sigh." Simply gorgeous!!❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteOkay, girl. You figured out how to reel me in completely. Anne Sexton is my favorite poet, and your inspired-by-her words, written sensually up your ankles-to-thighs, has me so hot and bothered, I have no choice but to climb, semi-straight into the shower, hoping you got there first.
ReplyDeleteMy work here is done.
DeleteTee hee.
DeleteYOWZA!!
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DeleteA love sonnet with shape, sensuality and a perfect rhyme scheme, Kerry! I love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘And lips that pray to flesh
as a thing of divinity?
My throat was made
for the simple bliss of a sigh’.
Nature at its most passionate...beautifully sensual
ReplyDelete*Faints with delight.* Oh, I think this must be the most perfect poem of sensual love that I ever read.
ReplyDeleteOoh! That makes my day. Thanks, Rosemary.
Deletejust superb ~
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