Sonnettics

My life is bland like dinner without spice
when I do things without my beauty there
I smiled today, the day was perfect, nice
except my gorgeous woman didn’t share
the day with me, the way I want her to
It’s not her fault, I know she wants as well
my company in everything I do.
I love my woman, hear me, hear me tell
I love to say, “I love you” and to hear
my woman’s love, the way she can recite
her words as if her love was standing near.
My love would love if I was in her sight.
I am her love, her lover, I’m her man
and I will give my woman all I can!

You taught me “Us;” I love to say the word
I think of “Us” more often than of me
I still remember “Us” the day I heard
Your voice proclaim that “Us” was more than we
The “Us” of me and you is not the sum
of individuals who chance to meet
Our “Us” is more than present when we come
There’s you and me together, loving sweet
We procreate, produce our daughter, “Hope.”
Sweet Hope is Us as well, our Hope is more
than simply overcoming pain to cope.
With you and me and “Us” we will explore
Our life, our Hope we’ll never, ever lack;
Our Hope will guide us out and guide us back.

She knows her man is broken, but, she cares
compassion is her grace, her beauty bright
she talks to him in spite of some affairs
she dreams of him and kisses him at night.
The bed is big and empty when he’s gone
To bring him here would put the world in sync
To lay him on his side or put him on
the bed, the woman, love would be the drink
His pain would all be banished with her wine
His lips would not be parched when drinking her
Though “broken,” he would feel the best of “fine”
A cat, she’d let him pet her skin and purr
An oyster, she would feed him from the shell
And all night long they’d feed each other well.

He used to be a handsome man, but now
he’s broken and he wears a solemn brow.
We used to make our love and feel the joy
but now his life is different; I employ
my absence in the hopes he’ll understand
that being in his life just isn’t grand.
I love him still whatever “loving” means.
I think of him and hope he mends and gleans
an understanding of my absent love
I’m thinking of the things I’m thinking of
He’s not the same; I know he’s not the same,
But I am still the one who knows his name.
It sucks to be in such an awful place
where absence is the only friendly face.

Come write for me, your words come from your soul
I write for you and like to lose control.
I need your words to penetrate my mind
within your words I’m hoping I will find
the kind of girl I’m seeking with my lines
I write in hopes my hope for you combines
my thoughts with what my body knows is real
I write the words I hope you want to feel.
Come write your words upon my naked skin
I’ll write you back by moving deep within
your sonnet. Write a couplet for my lips
and let me taste the rhyme come though your hips.
Come write, come sound your words, I need your sound.
I’ll write for you and lay you on the ground!

Succumb to my desire like a peach
I place my mouth upon to get the sweet,
the nectar from the fruit I suck from each
is cool and wet; with you I long for heat
the way your steam arises to my tongue
the way my tongue is dripping of you, wet
I love the way you taste, your song is sung
in every slurp I make; our bodies get
more warm by rubbing skin to skin, the flesh
of legs and stomachs heats us as we stretch
our organs feel the softness intermesh
and love is something real, we feel, we etch.
I want to come inside and hear you scream
It feels just like my hottest, fondest dream.

She doesn’t come to visit anymore
I guess the death and gore scared her away
or else she thought my verse a fucking bore
some hearts preclude my death and things I say.
I don’t expect their preference in the heart;
I find it hard to love; my heart is blue.
I need a lover now who knows the part
of me that’s sick, of me I thought she knew.
I do not judge; I only know myself
I will not hold a person to my thought
and love’s a feeling, not an empty shelf
but shelves will hold what’s sold or what is bought.
I bought my love to share, and shared it all
but then I sold my love within a fall.

Left arm, left hand, left shoulder did not move
when first my body broke, my left was still
But now I have a duty, I will prove
my left side needs to swim; I know it will
because my left is needed for my right
My body must have balance in the pool
or lake, the water needs to know my fight
is up against myself, the water cool
will bear the warmth of anger as I stroke
DeRuyter will be mine, my body flows
My arms in motion like my bike wheel spoke
around, around my left arm flies, it flows
And in the water, I will win the race
around the island to the starting place.

Let’s make our love inside all wrapped in calm
committed actions covered with the balm
discovered for the places, dry or hot
Although we don’t believe ourselves, we’re not
as dry as love required by something soft . . .
our love is made, a bedroom in the loft.
We rub the ointment on the tender skin
I love your hands upon me, I am in
a place with you, imagined from a dream
you rub the balm upon my skin, a cream
as milky white and cool, though you are warm
outside the rain begins, perhaps a storm
is coming. We will stay inside and let
the rain come down and make the garden wet

3 more couplets on this motif:

We’ll stay inside and listen to the rain
and rub the balm upon our subtle pain.
I have no pain when you are by my side
I’ll care for you and let you be my guide.
Just tell me where you’re tender and my hand
will rub the ointment. I’m at your command

To hear your name is like a gift of gold
To know the way you touch their hearts, I’m told
that you are sweet and lovely, but I know
more certainly than anyone can show
But show me more I beg when it is you
that makes my friends so compliment, my view
is roses made of sweetest flesh, your stem
is strong, and I allow the words from them
My friends believe my love for you is strong
And that I probably composed a song
or poem for my Mari, who I love
her metaphor will be a cooing dove.
A dove with strength and beauty is my mate
Her love for me is now; I need not wait.