Saturday, November 21, 2009

Sonnet: to My Dear and Loving Husband

I'm sorry that I fucked some other guys
I think I was addicted to the element of surprise?
They say that heaven rewards poetry, but Love
Is something always gets forgotten like a glove

You are a man deserving a second Adoration and more.
You didn't deserve a whore with a screen door.
Absent Employment would describe my Heart Well!
I still love Thee through though & Still Dwell

Upon your miraculous Stillness. I am entranced
How Thy sure Love does hold through shitty Circumstance.
It rivers through all the Absence I made.
It was not you but Love whom I Played

If ever two men were tortured to One as we

Should marry, countenance Love's Web of Sophistry

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