Let me not drape with too much dignity The little sinful wishes of my will; For when I come cajoling from the wanting sea That beats within me, my dripping wishes make me chill. 5 But even so, all sogged with indecisions, And trailing everywhere dark seaweed thoughts, My desires throng past watery hesitations To overpress your protesting shore of rocks. Then the cold squid that wraps my tepid heart 10 Contracts, urging me all my wickedness retract, Who blusters lack-breath still among your parts While my inner sense eyes the sea's retreating tract. So it is I have come to love too all-sudden And with sighing whim walk backwards, begging pardon.
From the collection "XXX Sonnets"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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