Years, Three

Experimental Sonnet

When you are dry, I milk my soul for you and I suffer

When I am alone and there is no one, you come and suffer

To keep the balance and contentment settled

Happiness is exchanged for sorrow and prisons become paradise

Simultaneous peace is found in often ignored errands

You open a letter addressed to me

We go out and buy our groceries

I clean the kitchen and you make pasta

Gold drips from our hearts in seldom moments -- her velvet breasts

When hands are clasped and eyes are met -- my confident stare

When dew is made from our friction set -- sprawled alive more than before

It fuels the fire for a few more months -- to keep us warm for eternity

Love comes easy for traveling souls -- the love of instance

But they’ll never know love earned from the sweat of hearts