Sonnet 70 – Hungry Hours

There is nothing now to distract us:  no
kids or calls, no irritating clothing.
Nothing but me and thee, Bright Angel, so
let these brown, wild eyes speak everything

to you that you long to know.  Let these two
hungry hands soothe you, please you, shape and shake
the coming hours for pleasure.  I’ll hold you
tightly, face-to-face, show you how I ache

for you, let you feel the heart that beats and
burns for you alone.  I’ll make you feel that
you are beautiful beyond telling, then
give you such sweet reason to believe it.

Later - kissing, clutching, striving – we’ll win
our way through to the place where we are one.