Wu-Tang Fantasy

A Sonnet

I’m in heaven with my laughing boyfriend,
so good I think I might just be sleeping,
there’s no beginning and there is no end
but our song we keep is not for keeping
like the verse in our Tolkien fantasy,
the songs we sing on the road
so we can be, just you and me, baby,
but I’m the one bearing the heavy load
so Cedric and I get down and dirty
that our young love is born where you were born,
our speech is down, and our tongues so flirty,
with wetness that opens a pouring storm.
	An image from which we have all tired
	just like babies with their pacifiers.