Missionary & Moonlight
An Unnecesary Petrarchan Sonnet
I claim to want romance, a fellow tall,
Moonlit dances, tulips that never fade,
Enchanted fairy tales where bodies laid,
Texts with heart emojis, a morning call.
The wallpaper demands I paint the wall.
Cold toes pressed to your leg while plans are made
After plain boring sex but with heat we trade,
And laughing in the living room we sprawl.
We argue over what to put on screen.
Guardians of Galaxy—my delight!
He wants Maverick—Tom Cruise makes me ill.
Before the credits roll, I start to dream.
He nudges me awake; sleep I can’t fight.
I claim to want romance, I just want real.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I have a lot of silly things (some dark things) inside my head, so I write them down. Sometimes they turn into poems.
My book Love Ain’t No Friend of Mine is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6JYBmLH
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