Fire in the corridor to start our narrative
Is not a choice at our disposal, love.
Fashion may find us lacking in demonstrative,
But not for long, and not a salve to solve.
Air on our cheeks is secondarily as hot -
Our pupils dilate in the afternoon
And skin stand on its edge - dispense with no and not,
And follow scent deeply into the moon.
Water may trail a cool along a straight and bend,
And pause for breath, then move insistently -
The elements, love, are alive, and mean to send
Our wanting to its want relentlessly.
Earth at my back, and you astride, shall gravity
Become a complex of our impropriety.
Sonnet for Calvin Klein Short Film © Ron Villejo
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