I would lift it tenderly, as a great animal might carry a small one in the private cave of the mouth.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
Then you have to have a made-up mind that 'I'm going to go for this.
The daring title of this sonnet reminds me of the sexy double-entendres in the black-and-white screwball comedies of directors like Preston Sturges.
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I am matching my words to her values and standards.
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