A Free-form Sonnet on Freedom




"Never have I ever sought a boy for myself."
Though in my mind I die
as my finger falls pushing to the back of my mind's deep Hell,
I cant breathe but my heart beats to the cloven feet of cervidae.


I crusaded once in bygone days,
myself the hunt;
I'd storm the castle transcend the frays
but let's pass by Artemis all at once

'cuz  the gods don't damn care about this,
like Jesus's kiss from Judas
if they did, we'd be taken on Octavian's lists,
with everyone else whose life you call crudest.

Now, please, dear friends, leave our loves enclosed in secret sight
for never have we ever made harder your plights.