Sonnet

7
We look like ghosts in the laptop glare,
And I can taste the coffee as it stains my teeth,
But as long as you continue to stare,
You will forever be a thief,
of mine, of time, of the best of my firsts,
Philosopher, idiot, child, deep thinker,
A haze of bests and a wave of worsts,
And I am there hook, line and sinker,
I make the bed so you can unmake it,
Crawl inside a shirt with my scraped knees,
And if I’m in your head, I’ll take it
Because we burn at various degrees
        Never entangled in shackles or chains,
        But blood that flows through bluer veins.
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