ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)
The fun of one night,
A once-in-a-lifetime love
Came in the form of a bite,
Or other actions thereof.
What of your bruise, my turtledove,
Now we have been lost to time?
It seems a little sick, sort of,
That the memory was so sublime!
That night we broke a paradigm,
Freed ourselves from reality had been.
We escaped the weak pantomime
With something some would say was sin.
The bruise is healed. It’s all gone;
But our joy from the night lives on and on.