a study toward sonnet #231 by FisherKingKQJ
You don't have to be polite about my beak
You won't see in profile photo portrait,
It's just I give always head on a tweak,
And shadowy, tousled hair undermines fate.
My passion for shoes will never sate-
For boots, stilettoes, platforms, flats
And helps me block, confound and skate
Well past my prior neurosis for hats.
I've enjoyed our recent intimate chats
The trivial, the secular, the profound-
As I shave underarm and pubic mats
I dream your love a lucid shield around.
You'll feel my love so forcefully weak,
Where subliminal worries wreck and wreak.
You'll feel my love so forcefully weak.
You'll feel my love so forcefully feeble.
You'll feel my love so forcefully tame.