Sonnet 118
Laijon Liu 20160612
Delicacies and dainties of every kind
Various colors and tastes of feeding frenzy
Appetite is stomach science, aesthetic art
We are carefully prepared on a white plate
Young men’s blood swirls in vampire’s cup
Dr. Lecter holds a silver knife gently slice
Magic mirror reflects a pair crystal slipper
An old castle, a chandelier in the woods
I must have all that everything, the bests
To know the good, the bad, to see death
To wear heroes’ faces, to bear deity names
To acquire all princesses, I can’t be contained
There’s a black hole in me
So I feed him everything I catch
