(Note: This sonnet was inspired by a photograph. I have not yet obtained permission to post that. When I do, I will add it.)
For Kristen Brownell
Poets worship beauty between
rhymes too
Ethereal – they diminish quickly
When delivered by those praising
a muse
On pages stained with verse
impolitic.
‘Tis certain heaven abides
in the way
A body moves – that holy
temptation
Created as breasts jiggle
and hips sway –
Enticing mortals to risk
damnation.
Though attraction is oft’
obscured by sight –
Passion fueled by the lust
for short-lived grace –
Love can flourish between
shadow and light,
Binding two forever as souls
embrace.
Not seeing, I find what my eyes neglect
Hidden in the truth of your
silhouette.
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