Sonnet #79 by FisherKingKQJ
My love, I can only offer a modicum
Of platitudes, such catalysts unnerve-
The sugar pill is weighted with bland gum,
Less a skid, more a distributed swerve.
Again, you're mesmerised by the verve
Of instant gratification. In a limbo
Your centripetal beliefs race the curve,
The gas pedal full bore, arms akimbo.
But Time is a self healing placebo
And you cannot refute the centre prong
Of our debate: rash blunders in a bimbo
Are comic, but in middleage, plain wrong.
As we talk my mind might elsewhere skulk
But my love and body are yours in bulk.
{3D interactive chorus:}
But my love and body are yours in bulk.
But my love and body are yours in host.
But my love and body are yours in matter.