A tea house on the avenue,
plays the blues with readings of poetry that fuels
The echo of words spat with froth,
succumbed by the silence of a poems pause

“And look upon myself, and curse my fate…”

Your eyes absorb the poets pain,
as mine embrace the curves of your lips
How sweet they must be,
imagine them, as sweet as honey

“Haply I think on thee, and then my state…”

Courage won the attempt to greet,
bittersweet this life in retreat
An oath made long ago,
to never love, in this, my time, as I go

“From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate…”

Thru’sonnets sung on lighted stage,
brings grief, as Hamlet had his rage
Should I be, what I chose to be,
or break this vow I promised me

“That then I scorn to change my state, with kings.”

Ax

quotes ~ sonnet xxix ~ Wm.Shakespeare