A sonnet I wrote for my boyfriend for our two-month anniversary. It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these, so hopefully this makes some sense and follows the form.
There is a howl that resonates the air –
not deep and prideful – that is not my wolf.
A friendly call belongs to him I care
about – the gentle soul that is your wealth.
We nuzzle muzzles – locking lips as we
exchange our breaths. Alone, his presence soothes
me – pulsing heartbeats calm the torrent sea
of my disquiet mind – it is defused.
Our new, unnatural courtship stuck for two
endearing, lovely months – and both of us
are new to this – a concept we pursued
despite us keeping mateship in a hush.
But this wolf cares for his peculiar pack –
no matter what, he keeps us all intact.
I revealed my true self to a community of
those who claim to love me –
one member decided to voice her opinion
on the matter, one that was more like
an annoying mosquito
buzzing in my ear. She openly
questioned my sex life, yet
is that not a taboo subject
among close-minded followers of God?
Puberty happened to the old me,
the sheltered me.
I’m fully aware that
penis plus vagina equals snoo snoo, and
not penis plus anus –
don’t act like I’m stupid.
This brainwashed zombie continued
harassing me on the matter, as did others who
agreed with the old-fashioned, 50s American lifestyle.
I told them I was done –
no longer did I want to
associate myself with fag haters. Now
I’m a lost cat without a home –
wandering, searching, hoping for a better life
filled with a love that God intended.
I hope this torrent doesn’t come
to pass. Was this merely
late-night wanderings of the mind?
A prophetic vision of what’s to come?
Or a warning.
At least the graphite flaked off
onto the paper – now the
self-healing process begins
This is another prompt response for my poetry class; the prompt was: write a poem that scares you.
It’s also another one where I’m giving a disclaimer ahead of time. This is quite personal, though hypothetical, and contains a term that some may find offensive; I apologize in advance. Read on if you’d like.