LXXXV

Again, I come to meet your majesty,
to gaze upon the grandeur of your face;
in awe, I touch your skin, its velvety
seduction, soft to fingers stroking space.

From languid light of lazy morning's rise
to dreamy twilight spreading night's descent,
your verdant visage, subtly rich to eyes,
empurples hues at dusk and dawn's ascent.

What cheek, as broad, caresses your broad cheek?
What lips, as wide, will smile with your lips, wide,
and smother sultry slopes from base to peak
with Heaven's kisses on each blushing side?

In glory would I lie in Earth's own bed,
were I the sky and to my mountain wed.

-Michael D. Petti  

[*This sonnet was inspired on a return visit
to the majesty of the Adirondack Mountains,
In New York State.]

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