a poem for today, 20 May 2012

a poem for today, 20 May 2012

[a word-sorted sonnet of eight sentences and its image]

I know what you're thinking.

Love is something straight people tell themselves they're in so they can get laid, and then they end up hurting each other because it was all based on lies to begin with.

The most fatal illusion is the settled point of view.

You gave me seventy-seven reasons to love you that night.

For those who prefer gothic females genre, this is the collection to see.

I love the situation.

But then he tells me that everything is erotic, that everything is sexual.

They are standing naked, and the only thing holding them up, in some cases, is that complicated language.