Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #386
Sweet Ollie
by Belinda Roddie
Sweet Ollie, who liked sleeping with their head
across my lap, who liked their milk ice cold
and their cookies gooey in the center,
told me they'd love me 'til we both grew old,
told me they'd love me 'til the crescent moon
fell from the sky like a dry fingernail
freed from the burden of its lover's hand.
The air around us felt so thin and stale,
like breathing souls of dust crowding around
an ashen funeral. Once I exhaled,
I felt my ribs protrude, become pronounced,
like bars on a cage. Ollie kissed ev'ry part
of me that was weak, frail, under duress,
and exposed my heart once we were undressed.
by Belinda Roddie
Sweet Ollie, who liked sleeping with their head
across my lap, who liked their milk ice cold
and their cookies gooey in the center,
told me they'd love me 'til we both grew old,
told me they'd love me 'til the crescent moon
fell from the sky like a dry fingernail
freed from the burden of its lover's hand.
The air around us felt so thin and stale,
like breathing souls of dust crowding around
an ashen funeral. Once I exhaled,
I felt my ribs protrude, become pronounced,
like bars on a cage. Ollie kissed ev'ry part
of me that was weak, frail, under duress,
and exposed my heart once we were undressed.
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