a study toward sonnet #341 by FisherKingKQJ
My love is sugar, and not saccharine,
He's introspective, and not comatose,
He's thick red blooded, and not warfarin,
He's elegant and not statuesque in pose.
He's carefully invoked, and not morose,
He's rugged good looks, and not pretty boy,
He's one thing at a time, and not gross,
He's rich, and not a heap of carat or troy.
He's gentlemanly mannered, and not ploy,
He's consistent, and a stranger to season,
He's experimental, and will not toy,
He's loyal, and not given to high treason.
My love is the sugar in cane or beet,
His lips enforce a ferment hot and sweet.
His lips enforce a ferment hot and sweet.
His lips enforce a ferment hot and candied.
His lips enforce a ferment hot and nectarous.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies. One of the good things about having written so many sonnets is it frees me up to produce and promote local NZ artists.]