a study toward sonnet #972 by FisherKingKQJ
When I find on my shirt one of your stray hairs
You are right here with me no matter what;
When I find on my glass your lipgloss smears
Trenched thoughts of loneliness look quite shot.
My heart revives you in your slightest blot,
Your flourishes and scrawls of must-do lists;
Your spirit lifts dull chore to easy swot,
You smoothly write off daily plots and twists.
I dream your head within my halfclosed fists,
Such calibrations scanned thing beautiful;
The citrus perfume of your blueveined wrists
Haunts our wardrobe, enthralls me dutiful.
Shed chromosomes conjure up deathless you
As mirrors mirrored, your sweet quantum slew.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 slew
o $10,000,000 batch
o $10,000,000 cluster
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