a study toward sonnet #286 by FisherKingKQJ
His quizzical look caused my heart to race,
My body temperature then to rise;
But his enigma gave up scarce a trace,
He was by rota cold yet sexy yet wise.
He'd forgone pomades and effete hair dyes,
The hair at his temples had seeded grey,
Yet his clothes were immaculate new and nice
His clean coupe bonnet could bounce a sun ray.
The boy I wanted, his jokes would parlay
Insurmountable troubles into nil;
To be nice, no feeling would I betray,
Myself, how shall I say, over the hill.
I'm but one day older than half the world-
And my passion for him is yin yang whirled.
I'm but one day older than half the world.
I'm but one day older than half the earth.
I'm but one day older than half the globe.