She Waddles into the Night Like the Sun
An Inverse Sonnet
She waddles into the night like the Sun
The white wine turning blue in her bowel
The Cosmos did not encourage her gun
Neither did she ask for a new vowel
The words, I love you, were already spun
Even the Moon circumvented their might
When lust turns to love, the future is done
Unless circumstances become affright
O Athena! I hoped that love had won
At least within her chest's circumference
I knew from the start, I was not her one
Following the new-age interference
Breathing is not easy with her in mind
One rarely looks for the upcoming find
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Dedicated to Athena.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.



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