a study toward sonnet #769 by FisherKingKQJ
I never thought you'd quit a second guess,
But you've excluded now your inner voice;
Clearminded, likeminded, stranger less,
A social butterfly through crabby choice.
Our cold detractors are just so much noise,
But I'm concerned for sensitive old friends,
The distances now received as wilful ploys-
Confidence boost ambiguous signal sends.
Our time in cities that split us now lends
Import to old sweet nothings trite and crass;
Consuming passion memory now blends
Us yet under stars on dewed onion grass.
Your hand on my ribs, my relaxed heart beat,
Things which I tremble till again we meet.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 beat
o $10,000 rap
o $10,000 tattoo
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