No - stop me! - no! - can't - stop myself - DAMN -
ok, here it is - a sonnet I wrote a few years ago - I wanted to write dozens like Shakespeare, but only managed about six
When all is lost, the truth is strong as pain.
You woke my sleeping soul to living fire
and set desire raging where before
a timorous chill set numbing limits on
my pleasurešs habitation: and fiercely I came
to edges of myself where no self had been
and felt the membranes split as I was born
fully into my life. If we have come
now to the point of parting, I dare this thorn
deny its sweaty rose: no bitter list
of wrongs elides this point; nor can our last
and ugliest words erase from memory my then
yielding and unyielding breath, which now
has found its shape and breathes itself anew.