Two sonnets on temporarily forbidden love with a friend |
Tip-toes There are times that I wish I could hate you For you not being any better than me. I want to hate you for not being honest And living this lie we continue to lead. I want to hate you for making me 'render By the touch of thy finger tip to tip; I want to hate you for being that impressive, For accepting my sorrowed sigh via thy sniff. I want to hate you because of your dimples That Nature painted you so masculine, gorgeous – grace. I want to hate you for hearing inside me - Meeting my mind in the in-between space. If I hate you it'd be only my tip-toes On finest line drawn ''tween our love and hate. If I hate you it'd be caused of my paining That I may not love you till unknown late date. Jiminy Remember being little And you just did something wrong You know that you can hide it But you don't know for how long. Mommy just might spank you Or worse - dad might do the job Either way'd be better Than the guilt you carry on. Guilt that brings that feeling Of your heart black with gangrene The guilt for that wrong something And guilt for lying leaves you lean. If you wait the guilt out Maybe someday it will pass If you say the whole truth now You'll be punished but free at last. |