Sonnet
MY soul is flailed by myriad little whipsThat sweetly sting my tender thoughts, but yetThere comes a time when I would fain forgetThe small red cruelty that’s in your lips.Forget your eyes, that ferret me from sleep,And, if no power can help me from above,I’ll beat your slender body into loveAnd bruise your silken throat until you weep.In violence is love omnipotent—The subtlest is the fiercely-bitten kissThat purity and passion interweavesUntil we never know what life has meantAnd wait for the supremity of bliss—The silent thunder floating in the leaves.
MY soul is flailed by myriad little whipsThat sweetly sting my tender thoughts, but yetThere comes a time when I would fain forgetThe small red cruelty that’s in your lips.Forget your eyes, that ferret me from sleep,And, if no power can help me from above,I’ll beat your slender body into loveAnd bruise your silken throat until you weep.In violence is love omnipotent—The subtlest is the fiercely-bitten kissThat purity and passion interweavesUntil we never know what life has meantAnd wait for the supremity of bliss—The silent thunder floating in the leaves.
MY soul is flailed by myriad little whipsThat sweetly sting my tender thoughts, but yetThere comes a time when I would fain forgetThe small red cruelty that’s in your lips.Forget your eyes, that ferret me from sleep,And, if no power can help me from above,I’ll beat your slender body into loveAnd bruise your silken throat until you weep.
MY soul is flailed by myriad little whips
That sweetly sting my tender thoughts, but yet
There comes a time when I would fain forget
The small red cruelty that’s in your lips.
Forget your eyes, that ferret me from sleep,
And, if no power can help me from above,
I’ll beat your slender body into love
And bruise your silken throat until you weep.
In violence is love omnipotent—The subtlest is the fiercely-bitten kissThat purity and passion interweavesUntil we never know what life has meantAnd wait for the supremity of bliss—The silent thunder floating in the leaves.
In violence is love omnipotent—
The subtlest is the fiercely-bitten kiss
That purity and passion interweaves
Until we never know what life has meant
And wait for the supremity of bliss—
The silent thunder floating in the leaves.