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by Robin Fox If-music-be-the-food-of-love.com Burn me a copy on a CD ROM, That surfeiting on graphic interface, I’ll consummate my love in cyberspace. Ensconced in virtual reality A woman’s name is more than frailty, For through the porno website she is set To cheat her husband on the internet. When in the storage space of wasted bytes I read descriptions of the fairest wights, I hit delete and send them on their way: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? |
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UNIVERSE OF LOVE
by Robin Fox An Unrhymed Sonnet When in the fiercest moments of our love We two expand to fill the universe, We know that nothing else exists: we are The stars the planets and the meteors, The silent vast untroubled frozen space, The tedious immensity of time, Encompassing the primary explosion That ours has echoed in intensity: Sent throbbing suns and hot erotic dust To farthest edges of eternity, Where time and space and sense in blinding curves Define our passionate infinity, Where every moment is the whole of time, Each movement the totality of space. |