Sonnettics

To find my shattered pieces in a year
Was more than hard; it took a strength I lost
But strength was next to beauty; both were near
The place I went to search and count the cost
Of how my shattered pieces seemed to be
The sum of everything I’d thought I had
But friends declared the pieces were not me
At least not all, nor were the pieces bad
Each quatrain, couplet, line . . . oh hell, each word
Was more than just a broken song I wrote
To say, “I am a sonnet” is absurd
It’s volta stops and sticks within my throat!
I find my shattered pieces on the ground
While metaphoric flowers grow around.

She must have thought I flirted by design
Because I saw the ink upon her arm
Her tat was yin and yang, without the line
Of forms opposed, but didn’t break her charm
She said it wasn’t tacky; I agreed
It wasn’t just flirtatious; It was true
So what if she was pretty? I’ll concede
That pretty girls need tats and sonnets too!
I showed her Courtney’s heart, to help dispel
Dichotomy in words I used; I smiled
I found the beauty in her words as well
Her yin, my yang were tame; her tat was wild!
Flirtations may be fun, but tats are art
And words on tats are where flirtations start!

I need to touch the softness of your thighs
My hands have never felt this way before
I need to hear the sustenance of sighs
Invite me as you tell me: “Give me more!”
I need to give you more erotic love
Than Eros gave to Psyche in the myth
Although it’s not a myth I’m thinking of
I need to feel the truth of you, forthwith
I don’t remember leaving you alone
And yet, I need to find you once again
I need to give you pleasure, hear you moan
No matter where we touch, no matter when
I need to slide within you when you’re wet
And feel erotic love I won’t forget!

This reverie I’ve chosen fits my heart
I find it makes me happy as I sit
Although we sit too many miles apart
Dear Psyche, I can feel your soul in it
My reverie becomes the place we meet
I hold you in my spirit’s heart and arms
Within my soul, your comfort is replete
With warmth. I feel your warmth; I see your charms
My reverie with Psyche takes me deep
Within the warmth of comfort I have found
I’ve found a jewel I’d really like to keep
Each facet shines her light; her rays abound
My reverie is joyful when she’s here
I hope her love will never disappear.

I told her that I Love her, and I do
I want to give her me, my heart, my soul
A perfect life can be imperfect too
One perfect life is one imperfect goal
To give my soul to her, I’ll take her in
Like plants absorb the rain that helps them grow
My growth will start the moment we begin
To overcome the pain I used to know
To cleanse my pain and give my love my heart
I’ll open it and take her heart in mine
Like drawing near where warmth can find a start
Within the that place where chaos finds design
I Love her, and I’m hers; I want to be
Completely in her life; it’s there I’m free.

I hear your voice, like honey on my heart
I feel your words, like warmth that’s sticky sweet
We’ve grown together, since we’ve been apart
Dichotomy was never so complete!
Complete me with emotions, undefined
Define your thoughts; proclaim them when we speak
Like poetry is frequently combined
With complex sounds that makes its words unique
You said that we’re a complicated mess
I like to think we’re just a metaphor
A metaphor that’s messy, but I guess
If life was perfect, life would be a bore!
A complicated mess of honeyed hearts
Is more than sweetened warmth of fits and starts.

You’re on my mind a lot; I like you there
Although, within my arms is nice as well
I wonder how I found you. Do I dare
Undress you with my mind? Hmmmm. Time will tell
I love it when my sonnets look to you
To let them borrow beauty from your soul
I love your gifted words, and all they do
As I unwrap them all, and lose control
I love to think that I am on your mind
Although, within your arms would be preferred
I lose control, but you can help me find
The ecstasy that’s been too long deferred
Come, let me touch you softly, skin-to-skin
Then slowly let you guide me deep within.

I woke to hear the little finch’s chirps
I don’t know why she wasn’t fast asleep
I think of all the things the night usurps
But know it gives me dreams I like to keep
I also like the little finch’s noise
Although I wish she’d meet me in her dreams
I know that when she hears me, she enjoys
My words.  They bring her comfort, so it seems
She flitted through my dreams, within her home
A place I love to be, in dreams or real
Experience.  They’re both a golden dome
There’s nothing there she wants me to conceal!
But even far away, I hear her tweet
She isn’t fast asleep, but god, she’s sweet!

Maria llega en la vispera
Like starshine comes before her morning light
Her light illuminates darkest terra
Her evening beauty justifies my sight
I’ve seen the sun, the moon, the stars, and her
And yet, I’ve never kissed a star ’til now
It’s good, but sweet Maria must be sure
And so I’ll take it easy; I know how
My life has just begun, and here she comes
Like wine that comes from sunny climes down south
My life is fixed, and yet my soul succumbs
To sweet Maria’s light, her lips, her mouth
Vispera is today; mañana comes
I love the light Maria’s soul becomes.

They’re only words, you shouldn’t have to pay
I’m just a guy who puts them in a row
Poetic whores take money to display
Their feelings, through the words they choose to show
My words are free to anyone who reads
My words are not my words, they’re everyone’s
Although my Muse reveals them, she concedes
I’m just a damn good poet, failure shuns
Like Beauty, Peace, and Strength, I seek the best
Superlatives are subject to our views
And yet she takes the time to grant, invest
In me.  I love her gifts; I love my Muse
So, if you want to buy these words, you can
I’ll buy my Muse some flowers; I’m her man.