Sonnets from Suburbia
Lady Penelope insights this week might ignite…thought and reflection… as she so eloquently laments fading passions with her sonnet “Couples”.
They watched a couple on the screen embrace,
their swollen lips caressing unabashed,
and hands enjoying such a languid pace
of exploration, bodies all but lashed.
The darkness in the theatre well hid
the husband and his wife who didn’t touch,
attempting to remember when they did
desire each other even half as much.
The husband cleared his throat watching the scene.
That caused the wife to gaze into her lap
and wonder at the space that lay between
the two of them and could they bridge the gap.
O’, life’s merely another shade of gray
when passion’s embers cool and fade away.