Tired, Peeing A Lot And Not Hungry

sonnet

sonnets of flavor, mouth, hip, pelvis
found, entering language,
we fail to write, not my way, I prefer
do and let you gasping.

matters little to tell me how I
you throw the pace and bite me,
bend my body, you go slowly and
you do fall into my lap due.

could name lettered skin, silence the groans
, translate
sex in false words that are not true,

that are not nothing but an annex
a phoneme which is not only dripping with honey
our Tues convex.