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Sonnet, for My Ilsa in the East


You know who you are. Or should.

We've kissed, though we've not kissed. For lips can play
Imagination streams as well as mind.
To say I have not kissed you takes away
Your touch, but not lip's feeling left behind.
For more than physicality is Love,
Though Thought affects the Physical as well—
A postulate impossible to prove
To fingertips that cannot smooth the swell
Envisioned of your loosed and languid breasts.
No psychic, I, nor any kind of seer;
Just lover. One who's distant, not bereft,
For while I can imagine you, you're here.

    No kiss is still just kiss, when played again.
    Why Paris never needs to be explained.

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Form N (English Sonnet)

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