I'M Sorry My Love-An Almost Sonnet of My Deepest Admiration
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I wrote this in response to Timothy Hicks' wonderfully satirical and witty poem "The Eye is Such a Braggart."
Lying in the meadow on a long afternoon
I press soft against you and start to spoon,
but the lump at the base of your spine has now grown
(vestigial tail , I guess) presses hard against my places unknown,
so rolling you over and with gentle caress,
your yellow scaled elbow, I adore, I confess,
I trace the large bump on the end of your nose.
I just love the coarse hair and, how subtly it glows.
You sniffle so sweetly, as never ending it runs,
as of lipstick, thick mucous coats your lips, and you have need for none.
So I lie next to you, of your beauty I want more,
admiring your features, almost all I adore ...only one I abhor.
So, though shallow I feel, it saddens me greatly to know I must leave you
for the one thing I hate, I'm sorry my dear but your eyes are just too blue!
03/22/16
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2016
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