a study toward sonnet #823 by FisherKingKQJ
Eventually on sweet faces truth tells,
I bet your rumpled early morning face
Has adoration found by someone else,
Unlike my love now nostalgic at base.
So gradually you've mutated with grace,
To crinkled face wrinkled youthful smiling;
Your loose flesh so expert in neck embrace,
Craves May-December toyboy defiling.
Then, your heavy periods, no reviling,
Or now, your quietly flushed menopause,
Methods you make pain small are beguiling,
As you don't delegate the blame or cause.
You're overripe, a blue attractive bruise,
Our sickly peach, intoxicating booze.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 bruise
o $10,000 hurt
o $10,000 injury
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