Improper Sonnet

You blush? … So you’re the one in his sonnet!
The ‘Julia’ with whom he’s gone and done it!
Say, are you happy with the way he’s penned you:
your body all bare, your pudenda on view?
Is it your left or right breast caught in the light
that peeps round the door to leer at the sight?
 
Be glad it was Ancient Greek passion that creaked
in your bed, a dead Latin voice that squeaked:
for his Classic tongue has sublimated you,
divesting and extolling your articles
of definite ‘diva inflata’, mated to
his indefinitely fixated particles
of antique myth and abstruse allusion -

nice obfuscation … veiling your collusion!

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