A Sonnet

A vegetarian me thinks I be,
Upon eating beasts, I pray to be through,
Instead my love, I eat, carnivore free,
To linger where your tomatoes queue,
Hobbling along the radish path, sweet peas,
Mulberry bushes hidden by bamboo,
To sit now where we take afternoon tea,
Drinking in even sips; a chill accrues,
From lip to tongue fragrant dreams flow carefree,
Despite my fears, your hands always subdue,
With ancient creations from figs and seas,
Dates from Rajasthan which I shan’t eschew,
Oh now I hope you can rightly see,
My plate barren, my life is mere debris.

–Richard Bryant