Sonnettics

The word “supine” entices me to write
Of how I want you, lying by my side
Romantically, I feel the word invite
My heart to let my feelings be my guide
I only want to choose the words you want
For comfort in your posture, and your mind
It’s more than just a rule I’d never flaunt!
It tops the list of all that I’ve defined
Regardless of the rules, I want your heart
It feels as if it beats in synch with mine
I’ll take it slow while we are still apart
But girl, I want you near me, and supine
It isn’t crass; it’s more than how I feel
With you it’s not a word, it’s something real.

Your laughter makes me horny, even though
You laugh because I’m such an easy mark
I’m hungry for your skin; I think you know
Your teasing lights emotions like a spark
Emotions from my hunger for your flesh
Escape from me as if I’ve lost control
I never knew your laughter could refresh
Emotions set ablaze within my soul!
I love it when you tell me: “bring it on!”
Although I’m miles away, you know I’m hot
Don’t think that you can tease until it’s gone
The shower may be cold, but girl, I’m not!
So laugh away!  A few more days, you’ll see
Just what your sexy laughter does to me!

I threw my pig shit out and cleaned my life
One shovel at a time; it wasn’t fun
But now I feel relaxed, and free from strife
It hurt like hell, and smelled, but now it’s done!
I’ve got a brand-new start; it’s fresh and clean
I’m glad I found the catalyst to act
She’s more than just my muse. Well. what I mean
Is that we trust each other. That’s a fact!
She listens, and she hears it in my voice
I’m liberated by the shit I’ve tossed
I chose to clean my life; the cleanly choice
Is right, no matter what one thinks it cost
My liberation makes it all worthwhile
And yes, it brings me joy and makes me smile.

When life becomes a cold, persistent tide
That washes in and out by some blind force
I watch the water rise as if to hide
My thoughts that cling to all my feelings’ source
My heart becomes the safety of a pier
And though the tide may cover it in time
I stand and feel there’s little I should fear
Although my thoughts are drowned, they’re still sublime
The tide may be subliminal, indeed
And all my thoughts are barnacles that cling
To this, my heart, as if they have a need
To stay with me, whatever fate may bring
I want the sun to warm me, where I stand
The tide is cold, and not what I had planned.

I don’t know how I know, but I’ve no doubt
Your words are more familiar than my voice
My pleasant feelings permeate without
The source of knowing, maybe it’s a choice
Of course I want to choose the way I feel
I’d be a fool to give it up or quit
I’ll hold your heart because I know it’s real
Without your heart, my words devolve to shit
I know I like the way we talk at night
I know I like it more than I can say
When whispers in your ear will not seem trite
And night will not just be the end of day
I won’t allow my words to ever cease
My thoughts of you will always bring me peace.

You told me to be open and direct
I want you to be open with me too
Remember, this is not what I expect
But making love is what I want to do
I want to hold you softly, skin-to-skin
I want to kiss you so erotically
That you will want to feel me, deep within
And you will want to move in sync with me
I doubt you don’t know where to go from here
You’re not naive or ignorant, I know
I hope this sonnet makes it crystal clear
That I will follow, anywhere you go!
Just tell me that you haven’t felt me yet
And by those words, the expectation’s set!

I want my love to trust me, but I know
Her life and mine have both been plagued by doubt
I want my love to stay, to never go
I feel that that’s what love is all about
I never want to violate her trust
It’s precious and it needs a precious home
Some things I want to do, and some I must
I can’t just paint my love in monochrome
My trust in her is central to my heart
I trust her like my verse relies on words
Though poetry can never quite impart
The way I feel; it’s clouds obscuring birds
I want my love to trust me; I’ll be true
It’s not just what I say; it’s what I’ll do.

I love to watch the finch; she builds her nest
By picking bits and pieces that she finds
Her comfort is secure; her home is best
I watch her build; I wonder if she minds?
I think she knows I’d never hurt her, no!
And yet she builds protection for her home
Her home is not a gilded cage, although
It’s metaphorically a golden dome
She found some metal pieces on the ground
She placed them ’round her nest and made them neat
It’s strange, the metal pieces that she found
Have made the home she’s building seem complete
I don’t know what the fickle future brings
But I will watch and listen as she sings.

This ecstasy of words is something new
I never knew the passion they could bring
When shared with someone who’s impassioned too
And loves to hear sonnettic words I sing
I guess iambic rhythm turns her on
Or else she feels my words are warm, like skin
But either way, the French would call it bon
La petite mort is started deep within
I need to make a lover of my friend
Our words compel our friendship to remain
The words of love will never have an end
Our wordless sounds will not be sung in vain
I want to make her scream in ecstasy
with passion that my lover feels for me.

I always thought my past was something real
But then it disappeared when I got hurt
My memories were dark and they’d conceal
The life I thought would never go inert
Today I feel the moments, sharp as pins
As thoughts cascade upon my life’s steep slope
I know each moment’s real as it begins
The avalanche of pain with which I cope
Tomorrow and tomorrow . . . It’s been said
My syllables are not some petty pace
Someday I may not care if I am dead
Someday I’ll plan to win some future race
The past, the present, future, all are mine
I love and hate them all as they combine.