Sonnet, Nov. 6th, 2021
Things go up and then they fall.
I cry and strain and fall asleep,
Hurting though I wish all well.
What is this burden that I keep?
Love and hold and kiss me true
Though shadows mar my face's best,
For though I'm cold and give no clue,
My soul might heal with your caress.
My need is deep as I do tell;
Why don't you touch me, give me bliss?
I reach to you to no avail
And sink and mourn my lonely lips.
No man is the God for Whom I yearn,
But my heart must break before I learn.