01 Nov 2016 – Sonnet
I stop for gas, and hear the sirens call.
I pay the pump, I dare not walk inside,
for just beyond the door the temptress sprawls,
that demon lover, sworn to stretch my hide!
When I was just a child her lucious charms
seduced me to the chocolate paths of love.
Too many nights I slept, held in her arms
until the loosest clothes fit like a glove.
And now, I spin here, turning on a lathe,
my tools are dull, the lard resists my strain.
My lover tells me “it’s your heart you’ll save!”
but still I struggle, see so little gain.
One night of chocolate! Can that be so wrong?
I’m just an addict – and her call is strong!