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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 19. Sinbad's portal
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Sonnet No. 37
Despite the struggle, the strain, the effort,
Nothing intimidates like a blank sheet,
Simply because of what it can support,
If I get it right, and not incomplete.
The truth is, it's late and I am tired –
I ache within to speak with you now,
And perhaps I'm more sad than inspired,
Knowing that's the one thing Fate won't allow.
So I strain with pen, and struggle with ink
To drive the sleeplessness away by will,
And maybe selfishly in me I think
You have your own blank spot with me to fill.
Thus, connected by desire, and pain too,
"Good night, my love" might be the best we can do.
Sonnet No. 38
Come with the stillness of a cat, and lace
Hallow fingers quietly through my hair,
Then lie your chest full on my back in place,
To pin me as your captive then and there.
My eyes will open in the dreamy sight
Of your arms coming round to press my lips,
And the urge to kiss your flesh I won't fight,
Feeling your full weight settle on my hips.
Move my hair; kiss my neck and ear, and please
Tell me the words to open my portal –
Whisper them with assurance and with ease,
And slip off the bond that says I'm mortal.
Open up my passage with your measure,
Like Sinbad's cave spread rich with treasure.
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