30th April, 2014

Sonnet 117

Everything I stole from you Shakespeare, all

Rhymes, thoughts and words, how could I repay?

My sonnet friend, my best gay friend I call

You for the long, long view of my small day -

That I have frequent been with unknown minds:

Untrue! Untrue! But your approach was right.

I read it was homiletic* winds

Drove the beautiful boy (who?) from  your sight.

My first boyfriend two-timed me, let me down,

From then I declined to accumulate

Vulnerabilities.  Therapists frown:

They claim I'm closed - but at least I don't hate.

These sonnets - what am I trying to prove?

That constancy and virtue outlive love?

*preachy