sonnet 184 of 237 to my muse...


Sonnet 13/10/04                      CMXXXVIII

I dare not touch my muse, for fear I'd hold
Forever: Arms would round her stay, and lips
Would taste her neck, and ears. Am I too bold ,
To tell my dreams? Hands would caress her hips
And follow curves to trace where I would kiss.
Yet, can I give what would fulfill my muse?
Is love enough to offer her the bliss
That she deserves? Do longings hopes confuse?
Should I deny desire, and not admit
How much I want her touch? Thought of her heats
My heart: With dreams on fire, I try to fit
Thought to this flood of passions that soul meets.
I know dreams give false hope, but I must try
To give muse all, that she might not tears cry.