Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.3 alpha 4/15/85; site ucbvax.ARPA Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!ucbvax!tag From: tag@ucbvax.ARPA (Todd Gross) Newsgroups: net.poems Subject: Poem Message-ID: <8723@ucbvax.ARPA> Date: Wed, 3-Jul-85 02:42:41 EDT Article-I.D.: ucbvax.8723 Posted: Wed Jul 3 02:42:41 1985 Date-Received: Thu, 4-Jul-85 00:17:40 EDT Organization: University of California at Berkeley Lines: 22 Sonnet I I stand before my love, consumed in trembling fire Kept safe within a hearth, enveloped by desire. His fingers are like flames alight upon my skin That pop and flicker almost aimlessly about. One can't but sense a golden soul lay deep within Where pale orange and pink dance fluidly about. But cannot flaming arrows set to ruin the steady fort? And cannot fingers cage the bird they mean to but support? Where can the fortress hide, pray tell, and where the songbird sing Her song of restfulness, if mockingbirds lie back in wake? I stand aglow from treasures that my love sought fit to bring But he stays unilluminated by the gifts he take. If Lyric be the means for Man to have his yearnings heard Poetic justice t'be to put to him his blessed word. -- Todd Gross "I don't am, I meta-am"