3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #295 by FisherKingKQJ


Stranger, you think it's a little crazy
To take my hints from her tresses and locks
As barometer; yet thus I'm hazy
Because I don't like surprises or knocks.
Distant thunderclaps can be gentle shocks
With any wind conspicuously absent,
It can be a time to take mutual stocks
Of any fair wear and tear ding and dent.
A habit for each other we were meant
In crackling static literal beach comb,
Her midwinter red cheeks a fury pent
As she toed the yellow peaking sea foam.
I kissed away a strand on her forehead
And in its softness a hurricane read.


I kissed away a strand on her forehead.
I kissed away a strand on her brow.
I kissed away a strand on her pate.