a study toward sonnet #461 by FisherKingKQJ
I thought to myself, heck, I'd miss this girl-
She wore habitually moleskin short-shorts,
Her quivering thighs, the shadowy gristle curl
Of those knees left me dizzily out of sorts.
Her gently swinging breasts were my disports,
Her feminine wide hips made my heart race,
Her yellow pigtails were adored by cohorts,
I thought the crush would make me a scapegrace-
An impromptu smile flashed across her face,
She giggled girlishly, exploding into a laugh,
It made me laugh senselessly past grimace-
With anyone else this would be a gaffe.
We looked long at the sun veiled by a cloud,
We were immortal, in love, plain sight proud.
We looked long at the sun veiled by a cloud.
We looked long at the sun veiled by a mist.
We looked long at the sun veiled by a vapour.
[Autocube3, an autocue for interactive movies.]