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Sonnet III This sonnet became the inspiration for my story, "He Is Fifteen" -- but, as you'll see if you read them both, the woman whose voice is in both pieces is completely wrong about what's going on... Little boy, where are you going tonight? You are so fair! with your smooth white skin. Come, while the sun on your back is still bright. I'll walk by your side so you don't fall in. Where are you going? with your hair like dusk, Your eyes like sun on green grass; I long to Use you until I leave just an empty husk. Come in, boy, how could the shadows hurt you? Do you understand I can run my hands through Your dark hair or your eyes with equal ease? Your beauty's not your fault; I had it, too. Pretty boy, I know you can't help but tease. I would devour you if I thought I should. |
