Saturday, 24 June 2017

In Denial Is A Trial

We have strong roots to build ourselves on,
And whatever high and low we sow upon
Others as sisters and brothers,
We can still share being lovers.
And under the satin covers
I'll smother you with love
And what was below is now above
As I push you into seeing with a shove.

We'll have a strong foundation
To appease our supplication,
And as I grow with the sow
My seeds will become needs
To know you will humbly blow
My trumpet that is on show.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Nigh.

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