How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love

A sudden gust of wind and through a shiver I see a tree explode sparklike leaves shaken free a wide brimmed hat blocks the view

It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,

I miss your love, you press into me like you’re tryi… to be me lean so hard on me that I struggle… I’ll sit on the floor and hug you…

The glint on your braces as the su… Them was not enough to make me fro… Gladly I’d sear my corneas to see… I didn’t even mind when my lips go… And when they did and they bled I…

There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and

Wings of wax and feathers plucked From your breast (not literal, min… But it sure felt like I was flyin… We’d laugh and you’d call me Icar… Always in danger of being

Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…

I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more

Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.

I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved