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rima fragmenta, Fragments of a Rift: Fifty Sonnets for Kevin - 6. lost in fleshly riot
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Sonnet No. 11
Your email’s full of anticipation
Keen as a kid awaiting Christmas morn;
Only, the pleasures we’ll unwrap are homespun,
With clothes alone in danger of getting torn.
I greet you at the door and thus begin
The longstanding way we will reunite:
Hands and eyes locked, hearts pumping adrenaline,
Lips coming together as we both lose sight.
Nothing ever seems so right as your kiss;
No embrace ever returns such longing,
For equanimity is its own bliss
When both feel the decisive belonging.
Like a child knowing Santa must be real,
Belief itself proves the greatest appeal.
Sonnet No. 12
On the street, lost in the whirl of the world,
I oft times become drawn by the currents
To let my vision settle where allowed –
On someone still amongst the human torrents.
That one – say, a handsome young man – on his own,
Attracts my empathy like a magnet,
For though he and I are seemingly alone,
Separate isolation may find joint outlet.
How different to sit by myself in a room
And contemplate our tender intersection,
For you and I never have to assume
Distance equals a lack of connection.
In thought alone or lost in fleshly riot,
Being with you is contemplative quiet.
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