Oh, a sonnet.

I remember a time when love came
in candy colored construction paper cut
in heart shaped patterns that smelled like
innocence and sugar so sweet it made
my teeth ache

I would frame my effervescent love
in soul shaking, earth shattering notes
that would clamor for attention
from the heavens,

My superintendent hated that.
he would remind me just how much
with his twisted broom banging
against the ceiling in his fitful composition,

he should have mounted that splintered broom
to the past and unearthed his shattered heart,
mended it, cured it with wildflower whispers that
would evolve into an operetta, like Rose Marie,
he and love reunited!

These measures of love fly with
crayon, torrential glitter, held
together with challah paste
and I zoom through shagbark hickory
and weepy willows
sealing rivets of adoration and enchantment
hunkering beneath brilliant rainbow curls
with downy kisses
dew-drop prisms upon the edge of buttercups
that go on forever

lining the horizon with truly, deeply, madly
never will there be another,
my lingering lady
countless sweet nothings…

The thudding slumlord has relented,
I overhear the squawky breath as he abides
for the song, the perimeter of a
shriveled life moistened by hope again

…sweet nothings,
wrapped in vibrant sighs like lace,
tied up tight as assurance,
silver bells of snowy cacao
and this tangerine billet
signed in bittersweet midnight ebony—

affectionately yours,

Now and Forever.

Oh, a sonnet.


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