Sonnet IV: Liquid Sorrow

Too well, he knew; did Baudelaire, my twin
Of spirit, forebear of my soul; and knew,
As only he, my dearest poet, grew
To know; this drink was fine, as knew he sin.

So I thereof  proclaim to thee, who’s been
My sweetest love, as my devoted, who
For all thy sorrow; as my servant, do
Afore the morrow; as my slave:  Begin;

Goe; bring thou me that nectar of my soul,
That finest thing of sweetest Xerex grape,
And wilt thou see, I shall become returned
As he, who thou admirest, the whole
Of me, thy bliss desirest, as burned
Thine heart; and nary, snared as this, escape.

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10 responses to “Sonnet IV: Liquid Sorrow

  1. In peace, I do go
    That blessed nectar to seek
    May it give you ease

    My love, take these tears
    To quench the thirst of your soul
    I shed them in joy

    But soft, and drink now
    Breathe the vapors and know me
    Read my heart’s message

    In peace I sleep now
    With joy I will awaken
    I dance now at home


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