Sonnet for an embrace

You cannot touch me, innocence aside,

For touch ignites a million visions’ flames.

And, laying by propriety and pride,

I tell you that my lips caress your name.

When I am resting quietly in bed

Or drifting through the motions of a day

I replay all the words that you have said

Imagine all the ones you’ve yet to say

For courting danger quickens up the blood

And you are risk personified in form

A flower does put forth its frailest bud

To feel the sting of hail from in the storm

So no more parting clasps, drawn chest to chest

Lest rare emotion bloom and be confessed.

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