Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #187
This Is The End
by Belinda Roddie
This is the end of our brief tête-à-têtes
over coffee and tea that tastes like mint,
the end of our missed shifts and spastic days
of escaping the city, where we'd sprint
to grassy hills and smell the petrichor
brought by the last night's rain. I no longer
can cater to your grand whims anymore.
I have a wife at home, and I hunger
for more time with her. I love her more than
either you or I could ever begin
to understand. While the touch of your hand
is tempting, more than fearing of the sin,
I fear for the loss of my companion,
who's the victor in this competition.
by Belinda Roddie
This is the end of our brief tête-à-têtes
over coffee and tea that tastes like mint,
the end of our missed shifts and spastic days
of escaping the city, where we'd sprint
to grassy hills and smell the petrichor
brought by the last night's rain. I no longer
can cater to your grand whims anymore.
I have a wife at home, and I hunger
for more time with her. I love her more than
either you or I could ever begin
to understand. While the touch of your hand
is tempting, more than fearing of the sin,
I fear for the loss of my companion,
who's the victor in this competition.
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