Sunday, April 18, 2010

NaPoWriMo Number Seventeen

My heart hearts your heart so
Let’s bind our cash fists together.
If we labor a contract, does it
Make birth beautiful?
I love you in money, and you love
Me thinking responsible. Thinking about
House, thinking of mortgage, thinking
On payment, or thinking on rented goods.
Do I look like a fifty year lease?
Maybe my picture is closer to tenure, resembling
Permanence, but still a buried
Charter. Can we find equity? Let’s
Borrow against us, pay only the interest, and see
How long we remain hearts and not clubs.

1 comment:

  1. This is you at your most Shakespearean sonnety splendour. ( From me, that is high praise, by the way)