a study toward sonnet #950 by FisherKingKQJ
I'd felt and read that zigzag scar as braille
On your flat pelvis, but was scared to ask;
Accident snip, or home of organ bail,
I might be thereon snubbed, or taken to task.
In bright reflected glory you mightn't bask,
You might be sickened by staid archetype,
Your doll face as old lovers' pale death mask,
Incarnation deem false, insolent tripe.
I jumpstart filtered memory's stale hype,
Stifle tears, respect your silent liver;
Good manners to blank keyhole optic pipe,
I love you whole, you being host or giver.
I've sealed in you my forgotten lovers,
Your brown eye and blue eye under covers.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 lovers
o $10,000,000 paramours
o $10,000,000 spouses
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