Sonnet, by C. B. Trail

Note from 2022 Rachel: For some reason this makes me remember how old I felt, the summer before law school. I was not.

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This is for the afternoon we lay in the leaves

After it had been winter for half a year,

And I kissed you and unbuttoned your jeans

And touched you and made you smile, my dear.

And of all the good things that love means,

One of them is to touch you there

And make you smile, among the leaves,

And feel your wetness and your sweet short hair,

And kiss your breasts and put my tongue

Into the delirium between your soft pale thighs,

Because the winter has been much too long

And soon will come again, when this love dies.

I will hear sermons preached, and some of them be true,

But I will not regret that afternoon with you.