Sonnet I

For you, dear, I would attempt a sonnet,

iambic pentameter to seduce.

So long since my heart’s had thoughts writ on it;

No one has more vivid ink than you use.

You rustle the branches that shelter me

with ideas that soothe and unsettle.

Though you style yourself jester, I can see

this knight is made of much stronger metal.

Though distance and circumstances part us

the connection between us grows stronger.

Though society crumbles around us

and I trust reality no longer…

tonight I shall sleep, a smile on my face,

wrapped in the comfort of our dream’s embrace.

(for Samual Spade)