a study toward sonnet #121 by FisherKingKQJ
I could sense our rapport start round decline.
As our track broadened, Simon from behind
Dipped speedily to shove his arm through mine.
My heart raced at his sudden change of mind.
And then I understood he was only being kind.
He smiled quizzically. His eyebrow twitched.
A jest, surely. I started to query this bind,
How far I'd erred, if I was to be ditched.
I felt too flustered, clueless, and bewitched
To be more than submissive in his hold.
As we neared his farmstead, he softly switched
My shoulders round and close to face him bold.
I guessed and dreamed that he'd kiss and pin
Me to a bough. He gazed, he tipped my chin.
{3D interactive chorus:}
I guessed and dreamed that he'd kiss and pin.
I guessed and dreamed that he'd kiss and nail.
I guessed and dreamed that he'd kiss and rivet.
[Corrected for typeset and rhythm 6/10.05.]