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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 3. sophistry
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Sonnet No. 5
Boy, lie with me, your head on my heart,
So you hear the stillness you engender –
You've said you're no poet when we're apart,
Yet, listen to the strains you render.
Right side/Left side, there's harmony in bed,
With the two of us making up the whole,
For we lie metaphor to all that's said,
About two bodies with one conjoined soul.
So love me as the phoenix was consumed,
To rise again, not in cold sophistry,
But fired by Love's flame, and never doomed,
For you are Poet, to all my Poetry.
You the left wing, and I the right, will rise
To shine in this, in many future eyes.
Sonnet No. 6
The ancient legend you asked me to tell,
Of how Apollo lost his precious boy –
How a jealous West Wind Hyacinth fell,
And sent a god to his knees from lost joy.
But why must so many of 'our' stories
Come to tragic or unhappy ending? –
Because 'their' wicked mind often glories
To break the unions they find offending.
Yet, sometimes in the past we've won,
And still to this day on Mount Olympus,
A king and his boy love as they begun,
With Ganymede pressing his cup to the lips of Zeus.
For if we are brave enough for our fate,
Only happy endings for us await.
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