I see here bright flashing amber hues
and undulating curves of flesh delight
tanned by sun, wearing naught but shoes
and threads of silky cloth too scant, stretch'd tight
over enhanced unnatural bodies
bought to sell cheap to buyers unaware
of second-hand repeats and empty lies
retold as great love and truth to share
under new linens and atop a bed
awash with naughty joys. Such love oft found
with looking finds both love and pleasure dead
and finds a loneliness unsought, unbound.
Mistake not lust for love or else find strife.
Recall my friend a pleasure is a knife.
Archive for June 28, 2006
Sonnet
