Revised sonnet #122
The numbness needled he enlisted cold
In stretched out silences I feared Id err
That hed abuse at slightest whiff of slur
I lumped this horrid hand I had to fold
My fingers stuck to statue frost took hold
A little colder skin tear would occur
It was a virtual nightmare burning blur
I couldve cried theyd sever never old
I clung to him in hugs to save us both
In words as well acknowledged neediness
Yet his arms matched my motions slightly loath
I claimed the cabin smacked of seediness
I pulled apart a bit I felt just odd
The sign I sought arrived as naked nod
Chorus odd funny peculiar
