a sonnet

in thy clearing laden with lavender

decays lonely my heart in your basket

my fresh crimson blood marks this calendar

of the day you stole my priceless casket


sweet breeze ruffles thy locks, dreamy caress

yet your love is dark wine, never plenty

eyes wander far, yet your hand shan’t digress

roses in my quarters from your gentry


poppies praise your lust for aimless conquest

i too wish my sword through thy beating heart

ballroom dancing, your hands on my back rest

i wish i never played this princess part


pray me a sunflower, void of your sun

this poison pull a drug, to which i run

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