Man writes sonnets about love
Calls passion, poetry
Words freed like a wedding dove
Look closer, and it's bigotry
We're told it's love, it's truly lust
Sweet words of superficiality
We crave and label desire a "must"
A need for sensuality
I refuse to write a sonnet of love
For does such poetry exist?
I strive to rise above
The lust poetry insists
I wrote hoping to cut through frivolity
But this is a sonnet, so I suppose I fell into homogeny