Her slender fingers stretched in my rough hands,
These veins are violet near those knuckles white,
Are like the loops of various rubber bands,
Exuding warmth - wrist tendons loose or tight.
Her lower arms long, her elbows sharp and slight,
She darts me once a piqued, half profile look,
And offers counsel, carries seeming trite,
When all my actions merely signal sook.
When best friends backtrack, damn or petty rook,
She'll sort aside demon doubt till remiss,
Her quotation mark dimples calmly brook
All circular thoughts, break them into bliss.
So magnetised by her and her alone,
So steeled and brushed, near true north I atone.
{Holo interactive text chorus.}
o alone
o exclusive
o singular
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This sonnet is print ready. 27.1.10.
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