Jan
15
Sonnet II
(an original)
For you, I must be dangerous and brash,
Fiercely cruising through dark and undone streets;
I must be loud and slit all rules within a flash,
Flying over all that carefulness defeats.
Yet, to have you, I must please not only you,
But your parents — whose wants are all but yours;
They want a man careful and patient and true;
Most importantly, a man who is not me.
And so I find myself being two things:
At the same time, I’m both careful and brash.
Thus it’s hard to impress her, even the Spring
When all these things are opposed and clash.
On earth, many things a man must please,
Just to hold beauty in a tight squeeze.
© 2010 Constantine Kulakov
