Sonnet 1 

2023-10-07

A seed took flight aboard silverbird wings,
leave of that gathering taken too soon;
Your name overheard on goss-amer strings,
inescapable are these whims of June.
Michaelangelo didst David remake
when he your shoulders saw, newly inspired
but what struggle: the smile he could not take
from your cute face, 'twas more skill he required.
Peering at a gram, I asked, "who are you"?
Eagerly I fell for your gentle charms;
Your style is Matte, I hear; my person you
Grasped Ravenously in Vigorous Arms.
Alas a night, and then the morning came
coffee grounds longing for... more of the same.