Sonnettics

She sings to me like no one else before;
she puts her heart into her voice and sings.
She sings the colors of her love and more;
she gives each loving note a set of wings,
and all her songs surround and lift my soul.
She knows the songs my chaos needs to hear
as I surrender self and self control,
to let her music lift and draw me near.
At times I feel as if I’m far away,
as far away as heaven is from hell,
and though I told my love I’d always stay,
my sweetest love, she knows me all too well.
And so she sends her songs on tender wings
to gently draw me back with all she sings.

I love your hot desire; it melts my soul
Like summer’s heat melts anything too cold
I love it when you melt my self-control
By moving fast beyond the bounds of bold
Desire begets desire between our skin
Like clouds beget the lightning of the sky
I love the way I feel when you begin
Your lightning brings my thunderous reply!
But even in your heat, I feel your peace
I love the way your storms bring healing rain
Desire is more than just a quick release
You give it to me time and time again!
Come melt my frozen soul again with fire
I’m not too cold to feel your hot desire!

2/14/2012

They taught me how to kill with just my hands
a skill that made my arrogance complete
I fight to win when arrogance demands
I don’t know fear; I’ve never known defeat
I’ve been inside the belly of the beast
The ground was several hundred feet below
They handed me a piece of silk, at least
I jumped when Sergeant Airborne shouted: “Go!”
I got to blow shit up in Fayette-nam
I learned to drink in all the titty-bars
At Camp Mackall my life was never calm
And I can prove it by some subtle scars
They’ll never take my silver wings away
Nor will they try to take my Green Beret.

I love your warm compassion in my life
Your empathetic virtue is divine
With humanistic grace, your love is rife
I love the soul you are, and that you’re mine
Compassion is a gift you give to all
Though warmth you give to me is just for me
I know your warmth will certainly enthrall
The coldest heart, wherever it may be
There is no ice immune to warmth from you
The ice transforms like water you compel
I know it’s autonomic when you do
And yet, I know you’ve chosen it as well
Divinity’s compassion that you give
Warm, empathetic virtue’s how you live.

2/14/2012

Reality is like a cloud of smoke
What burned?  Who set the fire alight, and why?
We try to breathe, but with each breath we choke
Our teardrops fall until our eyes are dry
There is no way to clean the filthy air
And so we make reality our own
creating “beauty” when our minds repair
solidity with any little stone
Though others try to put the fire out
It makes me laugh to think they have a plan
To think that they will try to live without
reality.  I wonder if they can.
I laugh at what I think and do as well
Reality is heaven’s smoke in hell.

I love your loyalty; I swear mine’s yours
You’re loyal to your heart and to your vows
Your loyalty is pure and it restores
My faith in love, a faith I will espouse
More loyal than the sunrise is to dawn
More loyal than a sailor to his ship
Though rope may lose its strength when strands are gone
Your soul’s a loyal knot that will not slip
Your loyalty is fibers from within
It ties our hearts together; we are bound
I feel its strength when we are skin-to-skin
It calls to me without a single sound
By loyalty, our faith in love’s sustained
And though we’re bound, our love is unrestrained.

2/14/2012

I don’t remember plans we might have made
My memory was broken by the car
I know you could have left; I know you stayed
The image of me must have been bizarre
With love you leaned and whispered in my ear
I moved my head to let you know I heard
You said I had to heal to hold you near
enough to make a baby; make your third
I know my dreams of Mari Hope were real
My daughter fills my heart and fills my mind
with love for her; she tells me I must feel
her love for me and one day I will find
her tiny hand of trust within my hand
She waits until her entrance has been planned.

This sonnet was written for my girlfriend in 2010. She stood by my hospital bed and told me to get better so that we could “make a baby.” When I found out that my ex-girlfriend was involved with someone else while I was recovering from my accident, I went to bed very upset one night. I had a dream in which a beautiful little girl came up to me in a field, took my hand, and said, “It’s okay Daddy. She’s not the right one.” Mari is my ex-girlfriend’s middle name and I always thought that would be our daughter’s name. But since my ex-girlfriend was not the right one, her middle name was not the right name either. My daughter’s name is Susanna Hope Ennis.

Your happiness is critical to me
I need it like an angel needs his wings
I’m not naive; I know how life can be
I know that sadness comes, and what it brings
I also know you give me love that’s real
The love you give me nourishes my heart
and with its strength I want to make you feel
secure, and loved, and safe when we’re apart
I know that we will be together soon
I’ll get to wrap you warmly, skin-to-skin
We’ll both remember kissing ‘neath the moon
then I will feel your happiness begin
My needs are not what’s critical at all
What matters is your happiness, my doll.

I love your constant love; it brings me joy
The definition of this word is true
A quality enduring to employ
The faithful love that emanates from you
Your constancy is that on which I lean
I love to know, on you I can depend
Like sunshine’s warmth on hills of grassy green
Your constant, verdant love will never end
Consistency is filled with stops and starts
But constancy is only filled with love
It fills all lives the way blood fills all hearts
Without it, I’m an ark without a dove!
But with your constancy, my dove has found
An olive branch upon your solid ground.

2/14/2012

I love your kiss, come put your lips on mine
Your kiss, to me, is warm, angelic grace
I have to say your kisses are divine
I love your kiss; its warm when we embrace
I watch your mouth sometimes when you’re asleep
I envy air that lingers on your lips
I wish I was the air you breathe so deep
Exhale the poetry my love outstrips!
If kisses were just words, I’d talk all day
And yes, I want to hear you every night
But more than words, your kisses make me say
That loving you with kisses seems so right!
Your mouth gives birth to words, and kisses too
I love the way your kiss expresses you!

2/14/2012