Polyamorous sonnet

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my love of Shakespeare multiplies when shared
& is enriched when others love him differently—
since that’s true, why would i be at all scared
to share (& watch you share) your brilliancy?
taboo is an impartial arbiter
trying to justly serve society,
& those its verdict isolates are bitter
when they feel shunned for their identity;
i’ve felt this, some, with polyamory,
against which the whole planet’s been progressing—
am i not good enough for your “true” love?
no. love, you are too dear for my possessing,
& to your ownership i lay no claim;
you & Shakespeare i love almost the same 🙂