a study toward sonnet #196 by FisherKingKQJ
It obviously grated on him somewhat,
And his head moved into and then out
Of my personal space, he was on the spot-
He wished to kiss my arid, twitchy pout.
I rode the metaphysical drought
For a quick about turn watershed
Of our relationship - but how much clout
Did I have just as we were to be wed?
So with my taut, up tilted chin I lead-
Would he be faithful - only to me true?
At his touch I burst into flames instead,
Once frigid my passion for him burned blue.
I would wait on love's aromatic gas,
And his love in gestures upheld my guess.
{3D interactive chorus:}
I would wait on love's aromatic gas.
I would wait on love's aromatic spirit.
I would wait on love's aromatic vapour.