Sonnet 25 – Perfect Date
With prepaid card (a graduation gift)
in hand, I catch the swinging door for you.
We sit together at our booth for two,
and compromise between our tastes and thrift.
I’m never wealthy; you don’t seem to mind.
We tell the waitress that we’d like to share,
and as we wait, we hope no one will stare
at us, the happy pair at table nine.
You hold my hand beneath the table while
we split our little steak in equal parts.
You end up eating mine, but it’s okay;
I ate your potatoes. I see you smile,
and suddenly I can’t control my heart;
I’m smiling, too… It’s such a perfect date!
Sonnet 24 – Summer
The sun has brought us summer as a gift.
The heavens change alignments by degrees,
and thus they lend our hearts a warming lift
and let us lie, in love, beneath these trees.
The speckled shadows play upon your face,
and yet I notice nothing but the light
that shines within your eyes, a brighter place
for me than twenty summers. Oh, I might
kiss you… how could I not? on days like these,
your lips a simple muscle twitch from mine,
and with this bed of grass, these ceiling trees,
these walls of diamond sky, these sheets of time?
This fair warm air will fade come this September,
but summer days like this I will remember.
A Warning
If you but take one dreadful look
into the pages of this book,
you’ll find that what is written here
will play upon your darkest fear.
It’s to the weak of heart I say
just close it now and turn away.
But if your course you choose to keep,
don’t read before you fall asleep.
Cutting
If we two
in one bright Being are united,
never to bend to
the fines of Misfortune,
the scars of Time,
even the sweeping blade of Death;
consider
that when you yourself do the cutting,
you are not the only one
who feels the pain.
