Memo to My Darling #3
to you, dearest I am writing
sonnets and recipes,
and no one e’er might see the truth
of all this, for, exposed I’d be dethroned
and ruling an empire
is always difficult.
who am I to love or seek you,
seek love or expect to claim love, lover, and beloved;
oh save me, it isn’t fair,
to be trapped in chastity belts;
but you’re mine, and I’m yours –
so come home, so I might see your face,
come home and free my soul ...
