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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 44. word and flesh
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Sonnet No. 87
I want to leave my bitterness behind.
Dump their acrimony back in their lap,
And in its place, with you I wish to find
The inner peace from which we may both tap.
If a man can pluck an angel feather
By reaching up towards the divine one –
As he soars through the blue-sky Earthly weather –
Then with you I think my task's already done.
To touch you is to know angels exist,
And that they – manly – love humans in return,
For what else can explain what lifts the mist
When your smile burns away my every concern.
Light as a feather on His righteous scale,
Our love outweighs densest Hate's every travail.
Sonnet No. 88
If I close my eyes, do it – there – just so
My hands can enclose yours, and my lips
Can caress the back of your neck just below
The points where shirt collar your flesh eclipse.
But, that roving hand of mine won't stay still,
As over your waist and upper thigh grips,
An escaped moan of yours tells me that I thrill
When it settles in one place, and unzips.
My kisses sink deep along your tilting nape,
While backwards your arms raise sensual flips
To pull me deeper into your shape,
As my breaths, my touch, inhibition strips.
Turn within my embrace and reward me –
Kiss me, and word and flesh will ever be.
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