3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #292 by FisherKingKQJ


Something bad happened to me as a child-
You sense it bend over hairs on your skin,
The shallow ripple of my breath, so mild
And counted, the awkward twitch of my chin.
Beneath my sweet aromas, you can pin
The smaller bruised darkness of your own soul:
The rue and parsley soften my white skin,
The pennyroyal spurs menses on the whole.
I've met you thrice in the woods, by the bole,
My crinoline soaked in cypress perfume,
And though your own hardships have taken toll,
I never about the future presume.
Perhaps uncle left me too damaged below-
Let me enjoy you, fellow by fellow.


Perhaps uncle left me too damaged below.
Perhaps uncle left me too damaged nether.
Perhaps uncle left me too damaged under.