26th December 2013

Sonnet 53

When we sexskype - it's like you're cyber made

In a virtual environment to tend

Promiscuous orchids who seek half-shade

And conserve what function they bloom for lend

To weddings;   some guests might wear counterfet

Corsage: but who could pin that on you

With your  male/female mottled organ set?

Androgyny in plants is nothing new.

In this our silver anniversary year

Since we eloped without the wedding show

When all knowing relatives should appear

To whisper whispers... what I'll never know. 

Our screens freeze for the big "I Love You" part,

Bees stole your solely reproductive heart.