set first, my verse, in sealing wax
that it may avoid the passing day
for in its lines are passions taxed
to come to light when they’re away
from prying, spying jealous eyes
that may the songs misunderstand
thus must my poesy from all hide
’til set to candle by your hand.

and when the sacred seal is torn
the power of my love is born
inscribed first on the vellum’s rest
to be held but naked to your breast.

A Sonnet of the Flesh

a face engraved in sculpted whole
from photographs faded and torn
upon his shoulder seemed to form
and from this magic bore a soul
lips which held but silent words
laid as silver on the glass
opened and their kiss did pass
effortlessly the world disturbed
thus are dreams realities
within the confines of closed eyes
such reveries I dare surmise
are the birth of fantasy
for in my mind my love’s as true
as flesh desires I feel for you.