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Sonnet No. 85
Around me, baking apples scent the house,
While outside, burning leaves smoke in the clear –
And the season to my mood is like a spouse,
For autumn is the coziest time of year.
But, now with you, my bundled warmth I'll share,
And chilled fingers will soon be warmed by yours,
As hand-in-hand we will walk anywhere
The bracing wind wends our steps out-of-doors.
The smoldering leaves and sight of orange pumpkin
Take me back to the joys of childhood,
And in my languor boots adrenaline
In a way that nothing else ever could.
For this year I will see fall by your side,
And as kids again, we'll ride autumn's tide.
Sonnet No. 86
There is such hubris and conceit in Man
That not even evidence is good enough
If it contradicts some arbitrary ban
Which pigheaded Will says it must rebuff.
The Hets must take all of our past from us:
No tomb for ancient partners is allowed –
No room for out artists 'that' to discuss –
Wikipedia whitewashes in a cloud.
Our past for us is from hand-to-hand passed;
From soft word-of-mouth, and from heart-to-heart,
A lover to his beloved, so at last
Sacred knowledge with Love can never part.
Let them refute this, all they want to try –
Our love is real, and that they can't deny.
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