I want to gorge until replete on Thee,
and feed on the sweet flesh of the divine,
Sate myself on Thy delicious mind, be
Drunk on Love and squeezings of the vine,
My eyes hunger for a glance of thy face,
My lips lust after a single sweet kiss,
My fingers a-twitch for they know their place,
But are lost without the hand that they miss,
My heart is bursting just to sing its song,
But needs the steady beat of Thy pulse close by,
My soul is aware there is something wrong,
And asks me, constantly, why, why, why, why?
My Love, don’t let me wither into naught,
Don’t let me pine away without a thought.
Sonnet: Martin G. King © May 18, 2014
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