Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Rash Revealed

A loveless marriage I was in,

So went off to where I found you.

Together we spent times in sin,

Such being so much fun to do.

You grew on me so sure and fast,

As through shared passion we did roam.

The rendezvous too quickly passed,

And I would have to return home,

Where eventually was known

That I was having an affair,

Confronted in pained angry tone

By one with nothing left to share.

Signs and symptoms all over me,

Playing 'round in poison ivy.