a study toward sonnet #1,084 by FisherKingKQJ
I've tried to cut your lines in soft soapstone
As practise first, out of my soul grit so dredge
With cautious drills, a fluking chisel edge,
That voodoo gossip might not cause you groan.
I'm simply overwhelmed each time you moan,
It blanks out praise that counterweighs as hedge,
Between hugs soft then hard bangs in a wedge,
Maybe I should cave in, carve you in bone.
Hybrid of veined and veinless white marble
Imperfect perfect temples, brow and hands?
Plump you, margin of lard you the marvel?
Poor bubbled stone masterstroke demands.
A soft young girl fresh cut from tufa rock,
Quick toughened by air into mocking block.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 rock
o $10,000,000 lava
o $10,000,000 stone
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