When I write of it
That I tend to hesitate
Still; so intimate,
But one of beauty
Is not an object of shame:
The human body.
When I write of it
That I tend to hesitate
Still; so intimate,
But one of beauty
Is not an object of shame:
The human body.
The human body
Is not an object of shame,
But one of beauty.
Still, so intimate,
That I tend to hesitate,
When I write of it.
Most definitely
Take care, for what you don’t wish,
You might not receive;
And take special care,
For when you make no wishes,
None will be granted.
What was fearful to many
Was a comfort to both of us
And that… is very interesting.
Thou Hastefully Commanded my Command
And ever hast Controlled all My Control,
Forsaking Everything and Giving All.
How interesting
That this place is not a place;
But a state of mind.
What wordy genesis haiku began
Expands to then iambic form as well;
And finally, a sonnet manifests.