Sonnet 91

So now you do return from god knows where;
Transcendent love, your here and ever after;
To jilted me, love scorned and unaware,
Left nurse and nanny to your latest bastard.
Your eyes arrest me, shock and sad dismay;
What selfish purpose merits this return?
Have you but come to pick our scabs again;
To stoke deserted fires that in him burn?
What cruel love do you purport to feel?
You love not me, nor yet your self same child;
What twisted pleasures sate your sinful needs?
What wicked webs now wrought, do fools beguile?
Leave now, and never darken this stout door –
And may you ever be the devil’s whore.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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