Sonnet 075
Laijon Liu 20160429
You to my thoughts are not food to life
You are more than a common simile
You are wine to poets, a bad fix to dopehead
A safe shelter to homeless, precious sword to king slayer
You draw an illusion that misleads my vision
Give me false love and real life crises
You turn me to an impoverished hoarder
And I still believe we’ve had something
All the time I feast on your sight
Deconstruct your lines like doctor evil dissects a fly
A moment I in hysteria like gained secret sayings of
Jesus
Then suddenly feel your potent jab into my heart, wake in
a maze!
Yeah, I feast on you all day
But not sure I get a true taste
