THE LADY WITH NO PERFORATED EAR LOBES by S. A. David

Category: Shakespearean sonnet

(For Ogechi MarkJonathan)

O, a divine damsel in human shell:
Showing her strong fight via a, a green light;
Yes, for you can wait all of heaven’s bell,
How irrelevant the brief of your height;

Mama’s sight should be a fine, fine goddess’,
Bless, bless and rest her deitic being,
Only if she could watch you be duchess,
And crown him the king, oh yes, of your king;

Yes, you’re one behind every an Adam,
Even, yes, without a hole in the lobes,
You have proved a holy and divine dam,
Your beautiful light and sight; that of hopes:

I don’t care your time of manufacture
I don’t mind saying I do; yes, for sure.