Twist

I get invited to a party, by the girl’s mom, not really thinking I’ll enjoy, except as part of a larger ploy. I take some Claritin D before I go, hoping that the mild buzz will keep me content with a smile to show. I get there, I know only a few people, and I don’t really like them anyway, so I text the jerk who's got nothing nice to say.
Next thing I know he walks in the room, something exciting and terribly inviting. My brain screaming something, but I can’t hear it, Claritin D won’t let me near it. He tells me to skate, I tell him no, but before I know it, I’m getting ready to go. We’re suddenly skating and flirting real bad, I don’t feel angry or terribly mad. It’s getting more heated, I fall against the wall, carpet burns suck but this doesn’t at all.
He wants to ask me out, this much I can tell, the question becomes if he finally will. His friends are encouraging, I’m growing nervous, he's doing my ego a tremendous service. I remember the Leigh you threw in my lap, and now I'm wondering who's really the sap.
He tells me it’s fine, he knows a girl who dates younger, but can I overstep this boundary for a such forbidden hunger? Sweet little temptation, how close you did come, but in the end I’ll finally run. I forgot to text the jerk right back, he tells me he might be cooling on a jail rack. I really don’t care, it’s not a big deal, oh but little minor how strangely I feel.
The ego boost is here, that jerk’s not the only one, too bad this night is over before it was done. For all of my pains, rug burns and skates, I guess to have fun were our destined fates. Forbidden secret, will you get out, on top of every mountain will you be shout. Let the jerk hear it, I’ll gladly encourage, and for another girlfriend he’ll might have to forage.

Sonne #2

'Tis the Season for Rue Blossoms
Sweetest little flower, blossom for my eyes
Spread your silky petals as you slowly start to rise
I’ll take you in the garden soil, amongst nature's bust
Sweep the tell tale mischief gone, hiding carnal lust
Whisper pretty tulip your simplicity's the key
Forget yourself and find a love with sadistic me
Let me take my garden sheers and clip your shine away
Wander pretty lily and you will dearly pay
Strip the muse and cut the heart with daggers made of gold
Listen pretty rosen cheeks, do only as you're told
With a dainty flush of forest leaves, and colors of vibrant hue
Sit upon my window sill, as I covet the sweetheart you

Sonne #1

Musings of a Lost Child

"pretty muse, paint my picture?"
calls the artisan dejected
"I don't think I can withstand
a feeling so rejected."
"I'll pay you quite the sum
and fall in love with you now
.. oh pretty muse fare the well
you've left me for a cow."

Ophelia's Farethe

Little muse, I wish I could tell you everything
It builds inside me as unquenchable flames
My hands shake with joy and my heart races
But you do not see these things, just laughter
Lo, how I long to tell you the real him!
From his cufflinks to the very shining boots
His very caress can send sparks of ecstasy
Sweetest companion you sense the gap
And yet our mouths stayed glued
As if the very will of heavens twas invoked
Tis crush, tis crush, your brain murmurs
But your heart cries out indignantly
Perhaps the very heart inside you, beating
Recognizes my own pining for him
Little muse, how I weep for thee
For what you feel for her, ten thousand fold
Is the joy and passion which he and I share
The very stars have become glittering diamonds
Course grass a very welcome bed of silk
Nature is the defining act of love, in true
A heartbeat the sweetest soliloquy by far
My filled cup of coffee becomes elixir
Brimming and warming every part of me
Little muse, I weep for thee
Another embrace which comforts you
Will serve as our most permanent sever
Because thou has not lost a pining girl
He is losing a trusting friend.