Love Sonnet 155
love sonnet #155
love's bestiary is anything but sedentary
always turning, flippin' across life's pages
yet the primary driver placed as secondary
primed motivation oft desires to disengage
like the origin of the homo sapien we search
for the origins, of our own loving lives
to feel that again, where two lives converge
circumference around the pain toward the blithe
is love such an implausible thing to ponder
holding our breath 'cause we're breathin' oxygen?
leaving us burning with confusion and wonder
consuming desire, that we disavow what has been
love is all it's own, despite any poet's sonnets
to wordly worldly explain, and elucidate upon it
© Goode Guy 2012-05-17
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/bestiary
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