Love Sonnet V
(or, The Stolen Kiss)
Lukas Michael MacCoy
'Tis such a Burden alone to part in ways
Of Lover's Retrograde, but without a sweet
Kiss from Thee; Call it Torture. What could Words say
That a Soft Kiss cannot? Why, nothing shall meet
With this slow Lip's Embrace. So, shall We admit
Vague Audience in what We share? We should not
Do so. To give view to this Occasion dost fit
The Mold Of Common. I charge that each Kiss ought
Not be. I must confess that I took Pleasure
In that Stolen Kiss. So swift, but so sweet. Sent
The Stars that evening to burn out in measure
To The Kiss and leaving, I know Earth's pole bent.
Wherefore, dost thou ask, shall Man find such sweet bliss?
In a lone star-fill'd night and a swift Stolen Kiss.
© 1999 Lukas Michael MacCoy, all rights reserved
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