This cosy made bed is not the moody grave
So I still wake up to sleep with you my love.
For, in your temple, I find my physical satisfaction.
Dear, just smile and requite my pure affection.
Let me flourish and nourish my caged heart
'Fore our scene in this script comes to that exit.
Now let our phones ring 'til the batteries are dead,
I am at peace as you sing me the usual accolade,
The anthem that comes at full mast I'm flagged.
The voltage that numbs me whenever I'm plugged.
So I won't hear vile death do his duty call,
Such a canny siege sadly shocks us all.
Let the funny free folks look, sulk and talk;
They are busy too lazy to do the dire walk.
Let the water flow under our bound bridge,
Just tighten the straps on our mutual pledge.
I don't want to know their mere what's right,
For all I want left to opt is your what's right.
Eagle spread like a book lies my estate,
Write your will, I'll execute with due respect.
Yours is the erotic tale beautifully written,
Yours is the ink throbbing my veins open
As we sweat and suit our joined body lanes
Sowing seeds sacredly saved for our gardens.
Let me just drone your flower, as you bloom.
The virgins with light surely see the groom.
We are the reincarnation in this carnal rite,
Old wine in new bottles to serve the same taste.
So I rejoice in the voice of a one venerable poet
In a sonnet titled sex comes after one is after one,
Parroting the commitment of the devoted sun
To keep, treasure and meet our constitution
For the divinely purposely created Eden union.
On this pulpit thus I erect my monument
And at this altar duly do I sign our certificate
Dated and wedded in sensual fencing
With swords of amour sweetly enchanting,
Witnessed by only me and you my accomplice
Guilty as so charged, convicted as the sentence.
©Abi Maria Amaru
©abimaria
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