a study toward sonnet #113 by FisherKingKQJ
A niece to Pittacus the Dictator,
Melitta studies fine art and wisdom
In a tunic with suns to overscore
The nipples of her generous bosom.
Her coquettish ruddy pouts, her fingers slim,
The honeyblonde hairs she precisely grooms
And laces with helio, the braids a-rim
A chignon fenced by combs speak volumes.
A question in her huge almond eyes looms,
Their pellucid grey pours a loving bourse
Into my own. In my secluded rooms
Of music, art and manners we converse.
"Oh, Sappho" she delivers huskily,
"Could I learn to play the harp duskily?"
{3D interactive chorus:}
"Oh, Sappho" she delivers huskily.
"Oh, Sappho" she delivers croakily.
"Oh, Sappho" she delivers raspily.