Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #355
Love, Don't You Know
by Belinda Roddie
Love, don't you know I'll marry you some day
and carry you over the threshold of
our new home? I know you don't think you're gay,
but I see the way you stare at me, love,
when I pass by you. I still feel your touch
lingering on my arm, your fingers warm.
I know that your parents don't think too much
of me, and they don't think this is the norm
for you. Yet, here we are. Your bury your
face into my shoulder. You breathe in my
breath. You want to kiss me, and even more,
you want to become one with me and die
together, if it were possible. May
I have the honor of your hand some day?
by Belinda Roddie
Love, don't you know I'll marry you some day
and carry you over the threshold of
our new home? I know you don't think you're gay,
but I see the way you stare at me, love,
when I pass by you. I still feel your touch
lingering on my arm, your fingers warm.
I know that your parents don't think too much
of me, and they don't think this is the norm
for you. Yet, here we are. Your bury your
face into my shoulder. You breathe in my
breath. You want to kiss me, and even more,
you want to become one with me and die
together, if it were possible. May
I have the honor of your hand some day?
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