24th December 2014

Sonnet 52

Not so much wedding ring as Bluebeard's key

To not just the money type of treasure,

Those designer brands your girlfriends survey

(They don't give either of us much pleasure)

Are merely icing on what's a bit more rare,

Craved by persons in the A to Z set:

Take me to where the cool aftershows are -

Fame's the only to die for carconet.

Who guessed I'd want that bauble on my chest?

Me who said she'd nothing so base to hide,

Materialism's not what me blest:

Craving recognition's my black pride.

Such slight bauble that turns me in it's scope

Like shades of Christmas.  Love for love, and hope.