Katzy, that was a beautiful sonnet! I love it. It feels so real and it flows so well that I can hardly tell it *is* a sonnet. Thank you for sharing it with me.

One of my favorite sonnets, I thought you may enjoy it:

Stolen Moments | Kim Addonizio

What happened, happened once. So now it’s best
in memory—an orange he sliced: the skin
unbroken, then the knife, the chilled wedge
lifted to my mouth, his mouth, the thin
membrane between us, the exquisite orange,
tongue, orange, my nakedness and his,
the way he pushed me up against the fridge—
Now I get to feel his hands again, the kiss
that didn’t last, but sent some neural twin
flashing wildly through the cortex. Love’s
merciless, the way it travels in
and keeps emitting light. Beside the stove
we ate an orange. And there were purple flowers
on the table. And we still had hours.

Hello, fellow poetry lover! :)

I was looking for a nice quote by Pablo Neruda to grace your visitor's message page. So here you go, katsy... a very famous quote I didn't know until today was attributed to him:

“Laughter is the language of the soul.”

Ha ha!