SONNET LXXIV - DEEPER

if my poetic words could penetrate
the way a lover's thrust brings ecstasy
they'd touch you with their comfort, warmth, and weight
and you would cling so breathlessly to me
my words would stir up such a pretty storm
each time you read a poem that I wrote
and all its sexy rhythms sent your form
to heaven with each deeply moving quote
alas, there's no such bridge for you and I
my magic words will never truly bind
your flesh to mine the way they catch your eye
my rhymes will only ever please your mind
   there's emptiness a lover might make whole
   but sonnets sink much deeper in your soul