Sonnet

This water bearer, this Aquarian girl,

Seemed quite angelic, virtuous, yes pure.

But that was just the surface and underneath lied more.

Outrageous, the heat in this mammalian whorl.

Taking my hand, she led me to her world.

With great manipulation and care she would procure,

Exactly what she seeked, proving her splendor as an entrepreneur.

Prevarication slipping off her tongue, "let's let our love unfurl".

But none of that does matter.

I needed that release.

Still, I barely caught my breath

Enough to say, "Oh Beth",

"Je ne l'oublierai jamais notre temps en Suisse",

"Where you brought me to my little death".