a study toward sonnet #1,101 by FisherKingKQJ
Her graced deportment is balm for my sight,
She tilts her eyelids closed against a cloud,
They heat on sunlight halo in a shroud,
Her pale nose freckles blending creamy white.
Her dainty nostrils flare to left and right,
One nitrogen, one oxygen, sneeze loud,
With dance and yoga wed, to cosmos bowed,
From her near successes she so needs flight.
She sniffs at small time me with some disdain,
Yet I know under her skin she's pints blood;
Her eye lens cells self sacrificed to brain,
Conduct her feelings as gold sparks in scud.
I worship her feet on sun's uppercrust,
Being myself often snubbed or never cussed.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 uppercrust
o $10,000,000 surface
o $10,000,000 topical
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