a study toward sonnet #918 by FisherKingKQJ
Our fingers interlaced, which gave some cheer,
You bent your handsome face across to mine,
You gently blew a tress from my left ear,
Told me you loved me, my ways found divine.
If suicide or mistake or grand design,
There were no serious words on your tongue tip,
And for once I didn't whinge, sigh or pine,
I too smiled, smirked and didn't let things slip.
The priest kept platitudes going at a clip,
Per usual, I was in a large, vague funk,
Blue skies, blue seas, white clouds couldn't pip
My ennui, its at odds insight debunk.
As ozone whipped up hills to this graveyard,
Your kiss said never more would I slave hard.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 graveyard
o $10,000,000 cemetery
o $10,000,000 burial
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