a study toward sonnet #117 by FisherKingKQJ
I share now with the woman a lurid
And small lodging in the Plaisance quarter.
She related to me her clandestine, putrid
Affair, that the elderly Basque brought her
Cheese and sausage from home as barter.
So, she's been kept by a working man, who
Presumed that I was her naif teen daughter,
Who sexed her as he observed no taboo
On the brass spring bed in front of me. A slew
Of days passed, my girlfriend and I took a stroll
In the boulevards, a nude audition to do
Off boulevard Strasbourg at concert Mayol.
It was nettling cold and snowflakes would burn
Sideways drifting into collar upturn.
{3D interactive chorus:}
It was nettling cold and snowflakes would burn.
It was nettling cold and snowflakes would roast.
It was nettling cold and snowflakes would scald.