As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire
As I Vent On You This Hot-Born Sexual Fire
As nights were thin with desperate longings-
Vacancy raps such emotional ties
I sit here now nude, devoid of my belongings
Cursing the raging red-devil that flies
I have molded statue, image so vain
Whispers flow from its giant dead fingers
And the evening shadows do deeply pain
I watch as love's brilliant sunset lingers
Watch I your shadow dancing to the song
And rapturous violin stands to joy play
As the small red ants scurry right along
Dare I say I miss not soul's empty throngs.
You my lover, live for the breath of my desire.
As I vent on you this hot-born sexual fire!
Robert J. Lindley , Sonnet
July 7th, 2013
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
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