a study toward sonnet #457 by FisherKingKQJ
She's sensitive and wounds too easily,
Cruel comments make her break out in a rash,
As much as she might fight back breezily,
I fear she'll go down in an allergic crash.
What attracts her to me? I'm curt and brash-
I've opened my heart to her together alone,
Together we've been confessional slapdash,
Together we've improvised to atone.
It's time for us to reconcile, not postpone
The memories which well up and scream
Their ambiguous sense in cuts to the bone,
As oxygen depleted as overslept dream.
Her tears of joy are a seductive frisson,
She loves however hayfever woebegone.
Her tears of joy are a seductive frisson.
Her tears of joy are a seductive buzz.
Her tears of joy are a seductive high.
[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]