"Some Sweetly Passing Kisses Put in Jeopardy," A New American Sonnet of Danger Dancing Near Regret
Some Sweetly Passing Kisses
Put in Jeopardy
A New American Sonnet
of Danger Dancing
I don’t like it any more, my dear, when you are here
. . . . . with me contrary to your sullen spouse’s wishes.
Every time a strange new sound springs to your ear,
. . . . . you twitch a stitch, then switch to sudden swirls and swishes,
beating up yourself with mindless, hopeless fear,
. . . . . defeating in the process your own worthy secret wishes.
You know he could damage you in many ways
. . . . . if he knew you defied his clearly stated spousal wishes.
My own life in open jeopardy might sting
. . . . . with harm from angry violence toward me if he so wishes.
All of which puts fire-and-brimstone damage dancing near,
. . . . . no matter what our cogent reasons or ambitious wishes,
which, if we don’t change, could cost us close to everything
. . . . . from which we only rarely glean some sweetly passing kisses.
Monday, December 16, 2013
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