Sonnet XVI
He said, "and I adore thee through my skin",
where tattoos tend to bleed, the closest gets
to being such as like one's next of kin
who resurrected much from life, forgets.
How scrawled upon has inwardly provoked,
the splendid aphrodisiac, 'coquette',
to whom it is our feature both are cloaked
beneath the need for much more hiding yet.
If words were an account of those we piece,
together, such as, "I adore thee still;
An answer is not needed though it will
remind us, through more worthy ways, increase...
A time when having made devotions feel
that there's no finer phrase we could conceal.
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