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Temple’s Hidden Urn
(sonnet)
formule poésie érotique 3/30
How heart has turned to shocks of goddess need,
Unbidden gapes, the urn where solace stood.
Tears frozen in their wayward drift concede,
As orb again wrest rain from deepest wood.
The dreamy star-shown maw past southern vale,
High spritely form, engulf the tallest tree.
With widened mouth to catch the washing gale,
Her farthest valley well receives with glee.
In struggled path at narrows’ rend expand,
Hard pressed in finding ways pursuing please,
But gate resist will prim and press command
Admit and with intent gives coming ease.
With flush of valley storm, the gush beyond,
The filling dawn, with rush, makes urn a pond.
😇/😈
formule poésie érotique 3/30
How heart has turned to shocks of goddess need,
Unbidden gapes, the urn where solace stood.
Tears frozen in their wayward drift concede,
As orb again wrest rain from deepest wood.
The dreamy star-shown maw past southern vale,
High spritely form, engulf the tallest tree.
With widened mouth to catch the washing gale,
Her farthest valley well receives with glee.
In struggled path at narrows’ rend expand,
Hard pressed in finding ways pursuing please,
But gate resist will prim and press command
Admit and with intent gives coming ease.
With flush of valley storm, the gush beyond,
The filling dawn, with rush, makes urn a pond.
😇/😈
Published 3rd Apr 2018
Author's Note
😇/😈 = double entandre
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