Anthi’s Neck

A long sonnet

Photo by Elizaveta Strelkova on Unsplash

Between her head and her breasts lies her neck
Where else would such a monument exist
It ties her mind to her heart like a deck
Of a ship sailing in a Grecian mist
I kiss my Anthi’s neck without repose
It feels like a passageway to heaven
Turning palpable when off come her clothes
My entire being begins to leaven
So much love circulates within this stem
Both hers and mine in utter resultant
Anthi is in love with her…