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, … Continue reading Sonnet II: Inspired