Saturday, October 24, 2009

Sonnet to Leander


You are the swimmer drowning in sweet love 
Women carry to the tower your torch

Bearded men seek out your white innocence
Pale as the blessed shoulder of Pelops
Your moisture is the elixir they desire
The sight of your bold dive sets them on fire
With your eye looking toward the tower
Where Bright Hero in anticipation

Awaits the naked hour of your embrace
You feel another's touch upon your flesh
You let his wanton wave wash over you

You sink into a swoon beneath the sea
Who would climb the steep steps of mortal love

Who has felt the warm wet caress of god


Jack 10/24/'09 



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