(sonnet CLXVI)
CLXVI
She tangoes with allure; carefree oft dares
Detracters not to love her bait and play,
Expansive freedom ever in array
To tease and conquer. Though her blazing airs
Offensive sometimes seem, she yet declares
Herself to be where passion dreams; risque
And yet engaging; while fruit ripens, day
Exceeds dark night, love flourishes and flares.
Her roadsides deckt, a riot e'er entice:
When heady milkweed's pungent perfume blows,
Or tiger lilies' red-orange waving spice
For eyes glows, mingling with soft-powder snow's
Blue, Queen Anne's lace in white. A paradise
Of wild flow'rs fringe the fields where grain grows.
21Jul11