The White Sonnet

The White Sonnet
By Anthony Knight

Injurious agonizing dilemma.
I yearn thee to banishment.
To avoid this painful drama.
Lust filled requiem, I wish no prevent.

From my mistress arms I shall decent.
Then return to love as an forgotten essence.
Then Thrust my lips to this domestic torment.
Dejected ring of enslavement, leave to evanescence.

Past passion, now left in past tense.
When Married so close to genocide.
A Dreary heart is an minor expense.
With every Mistress at night, will lead closer to a wife's suicide.

Requiems shall no more exists.
For Love is exiled from marital bliss.