Sonnet 2
Would I prefer to be invisible?
It might prove easier than hearing no.
Turn to who I should be without label,
we become bonnieful shrouded in snow.
The stream of luke-warm water, hindered flow;
you shoot me with that plastic water gun.
Pecking your attention like hungry crow,
it still shadows over me like mock sun
Those by the light, sturdy lad and lass, shun,
spamming the world with words I've left unsaid.
It is meaningless to you, their poked fun;
I sleep heavy with those thoughts in my head.
Replay you and I on the Brooklyn Bridge;
your tongue glides over alveolar ridge.