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SONNET FOR THE HEART





I did not have time to celebrate your breast;

Each one is a mound of Venus unto itself;

Other lovers want them to be cupped. I

Only want them for my eyes alone.



My heart knows the curvature of your breast;

But that is not enough; under your breastbone

Is your heart I seek to merge with.  All the melons

Of spring pay homage to the true heart of the sun.



When you tuck them under your blouse, do not

Forget me; remember that I love you. Don’t let

Me wander alone – without your breast-



In this dark asylum I wander, webbed by empty

Roads lacking love, their curved sorrows and

Endless blind alleys. I need the sun of your heart.