3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #744 by FisherKingKQJ

Believed she'd died in an ancient car crash-
There she plucked at her acoustic guitar;
Divorcee billed hyphenated mishmash-
Knew her honeyvinegar voice could spar.
She strummed sweetly and sadly bar to bar
As if she combed off her stray fine tresses,
Bold light showed bas relief her facial scar,
But my heart turned to her soft caresses.
Her perm was masses of bouncing esses,
That mesmerising tousle of loose springs
Close enough to solve our former messes,
Bar hard resolve behind the pluck of strings.

I'd found myself in second rainbow offkey,
Long last of her sweet kisses or scoffs free.

(Chorus)
$10,000 offkey
$10,000 alternate
$10,000 downbeat