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rima fragmenta, Fragments of a Rift: Fifty Sonnets for Kevin - 9. a pentecostal flame
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Sonnet No. 17
Why is it every time I close my eyes,
The sweetness of you comes within my sight? –
Why when I stop my ears from my own sighs,
Your dulcet timbre vibrates in delight?
Oh, Kevin – these hands ache for your embrace:
These arms and feet pressed against your chest,
Lips parted, quenched, but striving for your face,
Waiting for the moment of union blessed.
Gradually, your efforts slow and then cease –
But I feel you, your weight pressed against it;
That quivering pause before a great release –
And in me, I absorb every last bit
Till your form descends upon me in peace
To make your memory in me permanent.
Sonnet No. 18
In my vision, the pentecostal flame
May descend in hues of red vermilion,
But burning is not its most ardent aim,
Converting believer from civilian.
Your hands are just the same, burnishing me
Like an agate iron, to liquefy
The thinnest gold sheet that my skin may be;
To not destroy, but enlight my mind’s eye.
So when your forceful grip commands my flesh,
It’s as convert I willingly submit,
And know my precious soul is thus refreshed
Once your tool glows hot from my passions lit.
A new faith, a new creed is in your caress;
An evangelical end to my distress.
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