Sonnet 2

The sun is hot today and I hate you.
In the winter's coldness I could touch you -
But then the sun slid back and revealed you,
It parted the storm that was hiding you:
With harsh bright light it stripped you and left you,
And then in glistening syrup coated you,
So that when I, on glass wings, buzzed past you
I was caught - and now I am trapped in you.
You sucked me in, drowning, to your embrace -
You your fingers in my soul interlaced.
You and I divide no longer in two -
You have subverted me into more you.
Your poisonous love will not let me free;
I feel your cloying soul may smother me.