Sonnet 45

Written by: Johnny Sumler

Prime powder of your presence pleases me,
Blessings of beauty bare and not betrayed.
See it is she that Sue inside I see,
The only way to kiss my death and maid.

Failing to breathe, or the guilt to believe,
That Sue is not the answer to my pain...
I drink 'till wells are dry as I deceive,
The sun as if it will not dry the rain.

Life is the love that fills my filthy lawn,
Like light that bites the lunar dust of moon.
'Twas I inside that lied and now the dawn,
Communes my cause of ill I shall kill soon.

Please promise me to not punish my pride,
If Sue inside leads to my suicide.