Sonnet 8 / Music (Susan Maurer)
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear:
Mark how one string sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire, and child, and happy mother,
Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee, 'Thou single wilt prove none'.
What you are writing in me
Is a very beautiful tune
Which I feel here this morning thinking of you
I will leave my vagina so engorged with
Thoughts of you that I feel it as I walk
Sometimes a simple balloon is just that
A joy for a time
But let us get one thing clear here dear
If you are a writer
Why is the only music in me?
Music © Susan Maurer (used with permission)