(sonnet # CCXXXIV)
My heart is yours. That conquest is complete.
But how surmount what keeps our love at bay?
That bars us from each other day by day?
I faint and swoon and only taste defeat.
Gone crazy once more o'er you, I repeat
Those days I knew before, and seek a way
To make this true, ne'ermore a dream; your sway
Renewed, I'm sick with love, and Love entreat.
A rag doll tossed by passion's whims and thrown
Aloft to sink, perhaps the fluff will let
The landing bruise less? Whatcha think? Alone
And helpless, starry-eyed I drink, beset
To madd'ning fervor by love's draught, I own
Me vanquished. Vainly. Guess I must forget?
27Sep11