Friends to Lovers
Three sonnets
Dear Ben,
You lit up another joint and I smoked
And smoked and smoked some more. Unaccustomed
Now to the sickly sweet green, and soaked
Together with thick, heady wine: husband
In a match far from heavenly. And yet
It felt like a kind of celebration.
Then so, as usual, I thought like fuck it -
I drank and smoked more; clear aberration.
And thus the room fell away around me
And I was rendered unable to move
Or speak. My head rolled down off my neck, the
Ability to stand was lost. But love,
There you stood. Pretty wasted too, you said.
Yet still you managed to get me to bed.
*
I cast myself beneath the blanket like
A child afraid of the dark. Shrouded in
Comfort, head still spinning. You turned, dreamlike
To leave. Beautiful friend of old, strange kin -
In that moment I saw you through fresh eyes.
I called your name and watched your silhouette
Pause and hesitate. I sensed your surprise,
But all I wanted then, like we just met,
Was to curl up in your arms and melt
Away. Through the murky fuzz in my head
Everything became somehow so clear. Dealt
A funny hand by some trickster, I held
Your shirt and pulled you to me thus compelled.
*
And so that night, somewhere in the misty
Sea of the dark, we fumbled and fell in
- rather clumsy - to new intimacy.
Confused whispers passed between us and skin
On skin tumbled; layers of clothes unworn -
Cast aside to allow the crossing of
Boundaries set years prior. New born
Feelings emerged in spurts of comfort, love
And desire. Divine perplexity. The
Entire galaxy opened and again
Collapsed in on itself, designed to be
Unlocked in the pleasure of your lips. Plain
And suddenly so obvious that now,
Though hesitant myself, I pledge a holy vow.
About the Creator
Beth Sarah
We've been scribbled in the margins of a story that is patently absurd
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