So hot within, and burning of its own;
Can this exist? Such mystery! So much
Doth this incalesence my hand alight.
Do this I feel? Or this I thrill to touch?
Such taste! Once cool, luxuriantly grown!
Now serous, thawed, deliciously beset;
And dripping wild implore, and sweet delight,
This form doth crave me, sybaritic, wet:
As poised, and shook, reverberating! Prone
Beneath my fingers: arch, and push, and curve;
And sparkling like crystal with excite,
So shot with lightning’s fire, every nerve…
Then cool… this down of twilight, quiet shone;
Where she is mine this night, and mine alone.
- For Lady Day
- And, of course, to My Sweetest Love
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Such a beautiful piece of writing…
Am now pondering
Just pondering. But will no doubt find words in time for what I see between you and your beloved.
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Thank you, I shall check back to see if you wrote yet more. And yes. I believe I am completely done lucasing here. Usually, when you see I have clicked “like” on my own work, that’s what I mean to convey. Although I don’t always remember to do so, even when I am quite satisfied.
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Beautiful.
I like the way you restrain and release the tension within the lines.
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This one still catches me–makes me shiver–before the sixth or seventh line.
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