la muse et la petite mort – a sonnet

la muse et la petite mort

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i sometimes wish I didn’t love you yet

so much that I do I do for you but

nothing ever works for us both, and words mistook cut

us up and out of our connection, when we let

them.
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            i always love the way you never get

stuck on stuff – some folk would fall into a rut

when hard and heavy tribulations put

their lives on hold – thoughts mired like fish in a net.
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but you, you seem to blithely slip

through that broad open ocean of freedom

from all the drifting flotsam pains you ever met
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setting sail on a climactic far-out trip 

through wine-dark heavens, where you and all our friends can come –

loving, yet somehow wishing we didn’t love you yet.
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       freddie omm

       April 2017