St. Valentine’s brings pagan impulses
Quick pounding through our red dilating veins.
Heads turn in forest shadows, consciousness
Spreads darkening fingers through a rich domain.
No danger here! It is but debauched I,
The ancient Dionysus searching glen
And mountain for a love with which to lie
And revel morning, night to dawn again.
Then Aphrodite comes and lays her charms,
Her iridescent flesh and silken hair.
My lustful will and cynical alarms
Are left to wander, but my self stays there.
Thus heat and light, our energies, combine.
Together, we ignite to burn and shine.
"Sonnet VII" was first published in Son(love)nets, 1975. An allusion to the ancient Greek god and goddess passes through the Christian St. Valentine. The persona seems to be providing all the heat in the relationship, but his beloved all the beauty.
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