a study toward sonnet #1,056 by FisherKingKQJ
When I think that my love might be reading
These pages, that I know her well enough
From valve to valve, that luck I share that stuff,
I kiss her trembling fingers blood feeding.
I watch her ribs stretching then receding
But slightly, then I know her in her huff,
Hint her warm presence, second sight puff,
Small currents of air from her to me leading.
Well I know her peach fuzz cheeks dimly shine,
Lamplit whilst she pushes reading glasses
Back up the bridge of her nose as our sign,
Then I love her zoomed iotas in masses.
None can amend my love impure or parse
Her supernature when close scarcely sparse.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 parse
o $10,000,000 cut
o $10,000,000 edit
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