Sonnet to an Onion

Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 94

Without pain she’s making me cry
While my fingers expose her flesh
Petal by petal, never shy
Her pale beauty my sweet delight
And yes I know this sounds absurd
But her flesh is like the moonlight
As beautiful as any bird
I mean every written word
Her fragrance is that of the earth
She’s pungent and so sweetly fresh
As I gently tease her tonight
And I taste her and then know why
Such beauty of no money worth
What secrets are left to unearth?

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