a study toward sonnet #157 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat
...I struck out for the strand, but my swim strokes
Were stymied by the choppy waves...I was tripped
From behind by him as weakly he tried to coax
Me to his plan, under water I slipped.
Our noses snorting bubbles, I was gripped
By him still, I emerged seconds later, ahead
Of the so and so, trod water; I'd just nipped
Him, salty bull kelp and my hair spread
On my eyes and chin. He'd deeply misread
His chances, yet his arm curled round my ribs,
My palms pushed at his chest, I'd almost fled,
No way now was he getting first dibs.
But we were roiled by the dark undertow
Our thighs bumped together in the grey flow.
{3D interactive chorus in G flat}
Our thighs bumped together in the grey flow.
Our thighs bumped together in the grey current.
Our thighs bumped together in the grey stream.