Sonnet - Hummingbird

Overwhelmed, my love, by sensory bliss,
A divine masterpiece, of sight and scent,  So much to see, and thus so much to miss -- My senses are too slow, I must lament.


For how on earth am I to memorizeEvery tiny freckle on your skin;A billion shades of colour in your eyes;Far too great a task, to my chagrin. 


Would that I were able to ingestAlacritous, like tiny hummingbird,The fullest of your nectar, unrepressed
By limitation, senses undeterred.

Alas, I must observe thy pleasures rifeConfined to human faculty and strife.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.