Sonnet 117 - All we were going strong

 All we were going strong last night this time,
the mots were flying & the frozen daiquiris
were downing, supine on the floor lay Lise
listening to Schubert grievous & sublime,
my head was frantic with a following rime:
it was a good evening, an evening to please,
I kissed her in the kitchen—ecstasies—
among so much good we tamped down the crime.


The weather's changing.
 This morning was cold,
as I made for the grove, without expectation,
some hundred Sonnets in my pocket, old,
to read her if she came.
 Presently the sun
yellowed the pines & my lady came not
in blue jeans & a sweater.
 I sat down & wrote.


Judges xvi.
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