a study toward sonnet #435 by FisherKingKQJ
I feigned to bump into her at a truckstop,
To fortunely chat her loveliness up;
Upon a motel bed we slinked to flop,
She was densely sweet as maple syrup.
Through the open louvre we heard a chirrup
Of cicadas, a rasping of crickets,
And I stroked the fine lace of a bra cup,
And from her cleavage fell scratchie tickets.
She told of the polio and the rickets
Which permeated her idyllic girlhood,
The large bungalow and sharp white pickets,
And I could see her easily misunderstood.
Why she gave herself easily complete,
Why no lover fleeting since can compete.
(Chorus)
Why she gave herself easily complete.
Why she gave herself easily entire.
Why she gave herself easily whole.
[Proof of concept for an interactive movie autocue, called: Autocube3]