Sonnet 544

So deemed a tawdry object there of lust
As to caress her form with hungry eyes,
The thought, the tongue, each phalanx soon to thrust
By all the wonts that pleasure may devise.
Reluctant dress hooks here the lover’s bane
Now wrenched asunder falling to the floor,
Pert pouting lips that drive the mind insane,
Lace bodice rived that loveliness outpour;
A breathless rush full crazed by passion pure,
All civil reason savaged by desire,
Base beast of ages raging to procure
Tart taste of flesh from out the carnal mire.
The brute now sated, sapience reborn—
Bloodguilt rude stained upon that frock lain torn.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

Sonnet 543

What force should move that e’er I seek you so,
What piqued in me that sudden strong desire
That should broad rivers bar yet still I go,
Or trek a hundred miles and barely tire?
No obstacle could block that chosen route
Straight to your heart where sings the golden bird
Ensconcing beauty and her speechless truth,
Attainment thus, the conquest of a world!
But if by some black chance you love not me
And your sweet heart is to another given,
By blade alone I would so steel the need
To leave this life and seek a separate heaven.
Without your smile there is no morning sun,
There hope lies slain and my sad song is sung.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.