3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #171 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat

I straightened the lapels of his sports coat
And giggled looking upward to his eyes;
A girl with a pup on a leash now remote,
This was the time to strike and to devise.
I loved him to point of veil and burka guise:
He pulled me close, a hand cupped my backside,
He kissed me; my debate against white lies,
He loved, such a contrarian would be his guide.
The visas to a his and hers zig zag ride
On a dromedary and a bactrian veered;
He had little money, and still less pride,
His linguistics were import export-geared.
I'd chosen him without really thinking,
In the desert we'd still be tinkering.

{3D interactive chorus:}

In the desert we'd still be tinkering.
In the desert we'd still be fiddling.
In the desert we'd still be mending.