[It was 2014. I was young. I was full of passion for romance. I was married. I was trapped, far away from what really matters: writing as many useful words as possible before the flesh falls off this mortal frame. Now I’m free.
Still, I thought this would make a good change of pace.
The relationship is gone. The love is gone. The connection is gone. The faith is gone.
But the words remain.
And in the end, I couldn’t care less about everything else.]
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Sonnets lack muscle. They’re far too neat.
My poems for you should be like wire
The words I’d say I would repeat:
Love. Love. Fire!
My poems for you should be like wire
Tough and thin. Lightning-attracting.
Love. Love. Fire!
Sonnets feel like stiff play-acting
Tough and thin. Lightning-attracting.
I’d describe our bond that way
Sonnets feel like stiff play-acting,
I’ve much more I want to say.
I’d describe our bond like that.
Strong metal. That twists.
I’ve much more I want to say.
Our love’s a thing of maze and mists.
I’d write our love in sonnet form – but:
Sonnets lack muscle. They’re far too neat.
If words might touch and taste and cut –
The words I’d say I would repeat.
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