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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 33. burst
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Sonnet No. 65
My soul is a bubble about to burst,
Growing full with an iridescent sheen,
And over the surface, it is traversed
With rainbow-silver and aquamarine.
You fill me up to the point of release
By coaxing and teasing my poor spirit
And making it so my love finds increase
Beyond its ability to hold it.
So, like champagne fizz on your palate soft,
Know each little pop will be replaced there
By finer that can carry us aloft,
Beyond the currents of sparkling air.
As two bubbles rising in the sunshine,
We will fuse, and ultimately combine.
Sonnet No. 66
Love is a prism that refracts the light
And bends the loved one into his base parts –
Split into jewel tones he rises in sight
More gleaming than has the power of arts.
Sometimes with you, I have to use my hand,
Draw it up to my forehead to make shade,
Because your light is more than I can stand,
And when it burns brightest, I am afraid.
But the crystal pure that is deep inside
Filters out every harshness for my eyes
To show me the pure you and where you abide
Channeled into color that never dies.
Rainbow arcs fleetly grace the sky in a storm,
But prism bands live always in perfect form.
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