CANTO 51
Love who lives in the heart as fallow lives in the meadow as kittycat purrs on the pillow as spouses rock in one boat breaks out upon such instigation as She leaves in her wake: unclad and clad at once, slaked & unslaked, Magus of intuition, Odalisque of sexual adventure, whose promtings bend the bars so the Love within escapes- in terror to crawl back to its indenture or in ecstasy to romp among the stars. Either way, the heart is built for breaks. _______________ D.B. in a rhetorical mode. Petrarch himself is unmitigatedly rhetorical, so it's hard to avoid the infection.