a study toward sonnet #269 by FisherKingKQJ
Our first meeting played out like a gig,
Your unique and novel ways so thespian,
From a green room, your hair a clever wig,
Or my heart beat faster for a lesbian.
As the conversation turned pedestrian
And shadows subtly mutated your nose
And shaped your jutting bust halter hessian
I couldn't help but shift to kissing close.
I wondered about your laddered pantyhose,
I wondered if you were mannered or unique,
I would ask when the natural chance arose
I might an ambiguous situation tweak.
The world seems bespoke peculiar show,
But I love you as hallow and hollow.
But I love you as hallow and hollow.
But I love you as hallow and absent.
But I love you as hallow and empty.