a study toward sonnet #307 by FisherKingKQJ
A clairvoyant suggested to me once
That we cannot pick to fall head over heels
With anyone, so I feel less the dunce
When it comes to his seductive appeals.
My girlfriend doesn't like secretive deals
Or inside trades, so it's an affront
For her to catch us as slippery eels,
Her ex-fiancee and me speaking blunt.
Call it a psychic insight or a punt,
It started out platonic and quite ideal,
It wasn't a homer, it was a bunt,
Our love was surprisingly small and real.
We're making up now for time in arrears-
And the worse she can do is joyful tears.
We're making up now for time in arrears.
We're making up now for time in backlog.
We're making up now for time in suspense.