sonnet #1,622

Though I've emerged the man I aimed to be,
Past setbacks, stumbling blocks, and settled dues,
The past and present caught up disagree,
They set off nightly murky, mindset hues.
When I pushed you off, dear, I forced you free,
Could not see me as the one you'd choose,
Nor as the one who stirred your girlish glee,
Though you'd pierced my piqued, invalid views.
I struck the standard hurdles, took the butt
Of bad luck others do, the fatal fault
Looks slowness, such a speed you'd tried to halt,
With taps and rubs and arms around my nut.
I need you back, your warming, soothing words,
And wait on dawn, its calming call of birds.

(Chorus)

o words
o phrases
o syllables

sonnet #1,621

Wound arm in arm, so amorous, I'll kiss
On kiss him, smack my lips on smoochiest lips,
Add cheeks, ears, nose, append on earlobes nips,
Make fleeting flicks by tongue of teeth his bliss.
I'll hug and huddle him, first that way this,
I'll whisper him sweet nothings, pearls and pips,
I'll tickle shirt seams twixt sheer ribs and hips,
And tease intense his twitches, nought amiss.
We slinked the gangplank down to daddy's launch,
Waved the private party pier gazebo,
Stirred, I pashed him, my plaything placebo,
Aggressive-passive, and suave and staunch.
I told him then I loved him itty bits,
He shrugged my baby talkie walkie skits.

(Chorus)

o bits
o fragments
o scraps

sonnet #1,620

I'm living proof of how things wrongly read
Can turn out fine; at first you may well fall
In love with wrong impressions, little said,
Quick prejudice, quite hard to overhaul.
At social do's and don't's, to which I'm lead
I'll take her coat or cap or gloves or shawl
She's glamour girl next door, else drop dead-
I don't know which, admired by wags and all.
She'll slink first into empty, eerie rooms,
She'll burst first into such a busy crowd,
To undermine old me, yet I'm quite proud
Of her, my safety valve, whose love presumes.
I'll flop drunk on our wobbling water-bed,
Curl with this girl who's got a swollen head.

(Chorus)

o bed
o couch
o divan

sonnet #1,619

I want to savour - just where did you sneak?
My lookout parried well, you weren't her place,
My baby brother worked up a civil case,
And nailed you slumming it, through passing peek.
You dressed in dowdy clothes reclaimed unique,
My thorny themes you nodded, much embrace-
To get away from me with greasy grace,
You shouted shots of gin to quiet your clique.
Well, how's your skittish sweetheart socialite?
And did she ever dredge your dressing down?
And was her mufti last year's must-have gown?
Were candlesticks and dimmer switch too, too bright?
Next, you'll both toast me, tipple coke and rum,
So juggle me, adjourned hour, as lonesome.

(Chorus)

o rum
o vodka
o whiskey

sonnet #1,618

Hail, Cupid, I've got a secret crazy crush,
Since when I practised kissing handsome bloke,
He lingered long on lips, these here, no joke,
I liked it lots, though, and keep that hush.
I stepped back so cooled off that sizzling rush-
His ways and postures worked me, I awoke-
All fueled a fever, nothing wrong, a stroke,
My kneecaps trembled, ear lobes tingled blush.
I toast you, since you've taken chancy stance
In getting me off guessing all or none,
Out from beneath eye candy, all seen fun,
This bloke's conceit is merry old romance.
Well, Cupid, my lips pouted, my eyes closed,
I fell in love when his warm nostrils nosed.

(Chorus)

o closed
o barred
o shut

sonnet #1,617

I want you back, just briefest questions asked
About your state of health, and your well being,
No probe for proof, no prod for suitors whom you're seeing,
As overruling love above clouds has been tasked.
As beauty's halo warms at whom it's basked,
My sequent sobs and tummy turns agreeing;
I'm paralysed in gerunds, fighting fleeing,
Between a smirk and smile enthralled, unmasked.
So, after things cool off, off colour change,
Does banter blunt, worse still, go tiresome bust?
How sweetly cheap and true was life based on trust,
How sleepless fidgetting these nights, and strange.
My rotten broken friendships list is long,
Please chitchat rain or sun, no right or wrong.

(Chorus)

o long
o deep
o wide

sonnet #1,616

He doesn't know you, dear, I dreaming do-
I know my heart, it burgeons a well being
From head to feet, from hand to hand flowing through
My organs out my eyes, your gaze agreeing.
He's silver tongued, and sweet in talk, you his skew,
No fault the last, I love you blinkered seeing-
At least I'm focused, simply stated true,
I'm giving ground, unflinching, never fleeing.
He's locked away on some unknown timeline,
He's well on way to first hand felt heartbreak
Else flees some olden one, for what knows sake,
His niceties familiar with you, match for mine.
I dread he loves you that much, doing his drill,
His looks and clever mind accord free will.

(Chorus)

o drill
o method
o routine