Sonnets—Realities XVII whereas by dark really released,the modern flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her lips study my head gripping for a decision:burn the terrific fingers which grapple and joke on my passionate anatomy of yes! Large legs pinch,toes choke— hair-thin strands of magic agony ....by day this lady in her limousine oozes in fashionable traffic,just a halfsmile (for society’s sweet sake) in the not too frail lips almost discussed; between her and ourselves a nearly-opaque perfume disinterestedly obscene.