Sonnettics

My Love is precious, rare, and incomplete 
I need to give my lover more and more
Her love for me’s the same and more; it’s sweet
Like sugar in my coffee, she will pour
Her love into my soul where it belongs
I’ll give her mine, like diamonds in a ring
We’ll dance to music from our lover’s songs
We’ll dance until we can’t, but then we’ll sing
The words of love are music to our hearts
She gives me hers; I listen; they are mine
The harmony and melody she starts
Complete my Love because she’s so divine
I only love my lover; I’m her man
I live to give the Love her heart began.

Of course I like to write, the Word is God
I like to place these Gods in pretty lines
Some people think my sacrilege is odd
But sacrilege as poetry combines
The best and worst of all I have to say
It isn’t odd; it comes right from my heart
It’s sacrilege when shit gets in the way
Like silence.  Life’s a gift, a spoken art
It’s Irony that atheist’s a word
It’s Irony to say there is no God
All atheists are deaf; they’ve never heard
The poetry that some folks think is odd
Beginning with a word, I will create
Eternal life; the Word of God is great!

She left because I couldn’t tell her why
My disposition changed from time to time
I’m sure she thinks it’s all some fucking lie
And normalcy’s an easy hill to climb
I hate to watch her go; I wish she’d stay
And help me climb this easy little hill
But now I have to watch her walk away
I want her to come back; she never will
Who even thinks it matters if I fall?
To trip on normalcy’s a fucking joke
Come watch this clown, come laugh, come one, come all!
Insanity’s a cry I might invoke
I don’t know why I’ve changed into this clown
But normalcy is up and I am down.

I don’t know who I am or what I need
I don’t know what is real and what is not
My life is not a game; I won’t concede
I’m angry at some things my life has brought
Enough about me, let’s consider you
Do you know what you need and who you are?
If knowing this is life, I wish I knew
I’d like to hold you near. Don’t be so far
Away from me. I hope I didn’t scare
You off. I need to chill with what I say
Come take a risk; It isn’t Truth or Dare
It’s not a game, but still we have to play
I guess I’m just a guy who likes to write
I guess I need to be with you tonight.

She’s mine, though unexplained, She brings me joy
While showing me the choices that She needs
For me to make, the actions to employ
To bring her to my world; my heart concedes
It doesn’t know the words that fill my mind
And yet, it feels what’s unexplained, but true
She looks into my heart and Hopes to find
The Love for her I felt, but never knew
She’s more than thoughts of words; She is a dream
A dream that lives within my sleeping soul
Her weariness of time will never seem
as real as words expressed without control
She wishes She could go; her wish is mine
I’ll sing to her; I know She is divine.

I’ll sit and wait, and yet my flesh will rise
To enter you, my Lover, and my Sweet
Enticement, like the garden which I prize
My garden is your body, I will eat
Your tender flesh; I’ll feel you on my lips
Your moist, delicious thighs are where I’ll seek
The pleasure you will feel within your hips
I want to be the ecstasy you speak
I’ll feel you tell my body how to move
I’ll move to fill your wishes, your command
Then, as you come, I know that you will prove
My heart is like a drum beneath your hand
You’ll shatter all the silence where I wait
There’ll be no doubt that I have found my mate.

I want to make sweet Love with only You
Your Body next to mine is what I crave
To have You here, there’s nothing I won’t do
If having You’s a sin, I won’t behave
If Loving You’s a sin, there is no god
And yet, You’re still an Angel; Heaven’s mine
Without You, all eternity is flawed
But with You, there is nothing more Divine
Your Wishes are commandments I’ll obey
Whatever You Desire, I’ll find and give
If Loving You’s a Prayer, then I will Pray
My death’s without you, but I want to Live!
I Live because my Faith in You is real
There’s nothing like Your Love I’d rather feel.

A glass of wine is nothing when I think
Of how my lover tastes, and her bouquet
Like Beauty which compels my soul to drink
I need a glass or two of her each day
She’s sweet and tart; she’s crisp and dry, select
If similes are wine, she’s like them all
If drunkeness is love, then I suspect
I’m drunk enough to hope that when I fall
I fall into my lover’s arms, her bed
And tremble with my sex against her skin
But if I’m not that drunk, I’ll hope, instead
To make sweet love with her and come within
Her Beauty is my sweetest glass of wine
My lover’s taste is sweet, and she is mine!

Tonight I need the dreams that bring me you
Where you and I can kiss and touch and love
The dreams when we can choose them, and we do
The dreams that I am always dreaming of
Tonight I miss your hands upon my skin
I miss the warmth that comes with your embrace
Tonight I wish I felt myself within
Your body; and I’d love to kiss your face
I need you in my dreams; will you be there?
Will you respond to me when I will call?
I know you love me, and I know you care
I know you give me everything, that’s all
I want to give you more than words, tonight
My dreams of you are more than I can write.