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A Sonnet for My One True Love

Forever let the night go on and on,
My body to your softness gently pressed,
Nor let the touch of shameful, blushing dawn,
Wake me, part us, and end a lover’s rest.

How I adore your smooth and silky form,
And how we spend the long, dark nights together,
I adore how every night you keep me warm,
Through all the cold, cold nights and stormy weather.

The alarm sounds with its shrill, obnoxious cry,
I resent it as all nighttime lovers do,
And in unwelcome morning light I spy,
Dogs resting at your foot; they love you too.

Of all God’s grand designs it may be said,
Beloved is pillow, blanket, mattress, bed.

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Timing Is Everything

“Oh my! Look there, a giant snake!”
Tobias said to his pal, Joe.
Tragically just a bit too late,
Albeit true and apropos.

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Aaron Nydegger practices medicine full time and poetry part time in Layton, Utah. His poetry has appeared in venues such as The Asses of Parnassus, The Road Not Taken, The Orchards, and Lighten Up Online.

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4 Responses

  1. Roy Eugene Peterson

    Your first poem is such a soft and sensuous love poem with intruding reality to conclude. The second one sends shivers down my spine upon seeing a giant snake and then the half-comical/half-tragical ending.

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  2. Joseph S. Salemi

    “A Sonnet for My One True Love” is a great reversal poem… the reader gets heated up for a smashingly erotic conclusion, and finds out at the end that this isn’t about a steamy night of intercourse, but about a soft bed. This makes the poem’s title an example of delayed satire — the overblown title seems an unrelieved saccharine cliche, but at the end is shown to be mocking any cliche expectations.

    To Evan: once again, your choice of an illustration is brilliant.

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  3. Josh Fullman

    “My One True Love” embodies love in its familiar forms, beginning with the romantic and ending with the mundane–even the love of one’s pets. The final couplet incorporates divine love in an allusion to the Sabbath. Perhaps the sweetest note of eros is how its intensity gradually unfolds in comfort, familiarity, and trust. Well done.

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  4. Frank Rable

    A lovely poem, Aaron, but having read Dr. Joe’s comments, my original assessment is thrown into confusion. Regardless, I enjoyed reading your creation.
    Upon first reading, I smiled and recalled “Wouldn’t it be nice”, Beach Boys 1966. Our young man, regardless of whether or not he had rounded the bases, realized that the final fortress was actually to spend the night, fall asleep, and awaken with her in a trustful closeness otherwise unachievable.

    “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up
    In the morning when the day is new?
    And after having spent the day together
    Hold each other close the whole night through.”

    But post JSS, I reread and see the light. The poem is about comfort! Only that, and any soft, smooth, and silky body or pillow or mattress will do. Unless well trained, the dogs will most certainly climb aboard when the coast is clear, because they too appreciate comfort.

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