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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 5. romanza
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Sonnet No. 9
I close my eyes, and feel you on my skin –
You lie me on my back before the sofa,
Then, tenderly, with your hands you begin
To lift my legs on the seat, and tell me: "Ah."
You will take the clue; you will be in charge,
For I will be the clay that you will mould,
And press, and work, and your hands will enlarge
A new heart for me to replace the old.
Back on the floor – feeling you and your touch –
Your love is a moving experience
That rocks me to my core, and means so much,
My eyes close from being delirious.
Love in perfect balance can quickly cede,
And let the other roughly take the lead.
Sonnet No. 10
Without trying, you become my stanza –
My rhythm, my rhyme, my metre beating;
The wanderlust of our two hearts' meeting;
Like the calm strain of an Italian romanza.
Yet, why indulge me in this extravaganza –
My heartache, my pain, my sorrow fleeting,
When all should be light and my joy heating,
Like the burning comfort feel of silk organza.
But music of the mind and heart are one,
As the brain gives up to let love win –
For these resting beats not to be outdone,
They must start again right where they begin,
Yet, without you, my heart and mind find none –
While with you, my soul finds its fun within.
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