All English Sonnets
LOOKING AT MY MATE ASLEEP AFTER MAKING LOVE
Your arms around your milky bosom curled,
Your tresses tracing shadows on your temples;
The valleys of your body lie unfurled,
For my contended gaze- which it samples.
Your legs a wee bit bent around the knee,
Reminded me of a picture not far fetched:
An arrow Flitted in the bow, but see,
The bow is as yet, not completely stretched.
Your toe nail digging in our common pillow;
The breathing rise and fall of milky belly:
Deceptive quietness of a silent willow,
When roaring winds have left the elfin valley.
A picture of reposing permanence,
And fluid, uninterrupted innocence.