The Light That Rises from Your Feet to Your Hair
The Light That Rises from Your Feet to Your Hair - form Summary
A Domestic Sonnet's Worship
This poem is a sonnet that fuses erotic adoration with everyday, sacred imagery by portraying the beloved as bread. The compact sonnet form concentrates its metaphor and declarative voice, turning domestic elements—grain, dough, fire—into signs of holiness and desire. The tight structure intensifies intimacy and transforms nourishment into worship, so the beloved’s physical presence reads simultaneously as food, ritual, and luminous, grounding love.
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