A Sonnet Composed on a Thursday
Another poem from youth written while smitten with toxins
Cowering in the arms of another —
Grasping for love, wanting security —
Fearing the love of another lover —
Clothed in white — the white of divinity.
And what shall you say, my dear, when we meet?
And what shall you do when I draw near?
Hiding in your room, promoting defeat —
Fogging your future, sheathed in…