a study toward sonnet #407 by FisherKingKQJ
intellectual property of Letica Interactive
Love was an easy, smooth form of avowal,
A tickling fresh zephyr to get along-
It was no half turned head to mutely scowl,
The dialogue of spirit and heart was strong.
I walked around lost as if in a throng,
My eyes felt overglazed on rapid blink,
I dreamed my beloved could do no wrong,
Bemused friends contemplated what to think.
But my love was at variance in the pink,
I realised he was more kind and more blunt
In private, it was substance to his kink,
Instinct was rubberstamped by the punt.
It was a blissful segue to the afterlife-
I'd change from new to ancient loving wife.
It was blissful segue to the afterlife.
It was blissful segue to the hereafter.
It was blissful segue to the everlasting.
[Proof of concept for three dimensional interactive movies 9/11/04]