The Manhattan Sonnets - 8

And when I’m drunk with you and all the world
  Shouts answers to my every silent prayer,
And hope is king, and life’s an oyster pearled,
  And every street I walk is bold and rare,
There’s nothing you can play that I can’t sing --
  Nothing you want that I cannot supply --
Nowhere I go where I won’t be the king --
  Nobody else alive but you and I.
We’ll laugh at jokes that no one else will get
  (And I will grab your hand and draw you near),
Pick random numbers and win every bet
  (And you will stick your tongue into my ear),
    And I will eat life up from lips to legs
    And drink it till I drain death to the dregs.

Copyright 2009 Matthew J Wells


Other posts in this series:

Sonnet 1
Sonnet 2
Sonnet 3
Sonnet 4
Sonnet 5
Sonnet 6
Sonnet 7