Sonnet for a spectre I have of late been haunted by a geist, a silent spectre's shadow dogs my steps: I sit and plan a most intrepid heist to steal your heart - my mind rehearses, preps the secret words it'll soon deliver - the weight of failure looms over my soul, that slim chance of defeat, that cold sliver of loss to be that undercuts my goal. Oh, say you won't retreat from destiny, our star-crossed love that wavers in the wings! Exorcise my dogged doubt, set me free, make me yours as the chime of cleansing rings. O love, if you should choose to walk away, 'twould make a ghost of me, and night of day.
Sonnet for an Ahab Deep-diving heart, will you be my Judas and fall for someone that you cannot have? Will you mistake a calm bit of ludus and choke on love when you should merely laugh? Reserve yourself, or have you forgotten what happened last when you leapt in headlong? It's no use, you're in a trice besotten, I hear you beating out a lovers' song. Aweigh then, heart, let us sail o'er the seas of love, and may the storms of lust be calm, may good luck be to us a gentle breeze and faithfulness a compass in our palm. Let me be an Ahab, harpoon in hand for the beast, true love, whose prize I demand.
Sean Patrick received their Ph.D. in Cognitive and Neural Systems from Boston University. They live in Freetown, Massachusetts, where they are presently employed as an academic editor and tutor.