a study toward sonnet #979 by FisherKingKQJ
Unless I stare in mirrors, I don't much feel
The passage of time, whilst your poker face,
Sunscreen and hat seem much more real,
You outward, inward me still interlace.
But when my jokes on your symmetric grace
Pull up your laughlines, they draw up crow's feet,
On outer corners of your blue eyes trace
That random passage of time few can cheat.
Your mottled hands your ageless eyes defeat,
Your silky smooth thighs could be on a girl;
Between us I feel crazy, youthful heat-
You'll bump right in a spinning top's grey whirl.
You donate litres to a different blood group;
As out of synch, we gyrate by death's swoop.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 group
o $10,000,000 band
o $10,000,000 cluster
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