a study toward sonnet #1,274 by FisherKingKQJ
There's some dispute regarding what eyes see,
Fields, plots, eyewhites, colours, skins and faces;
My love on my part looks yond after me,
Gauche head turns regroup my latent graces.
Was love among stem cells which set eyes free,
Near-dead Cambrians focussed their last traces;
In her eyes lightest oxygen panned key,
She'd kiss me on eyelids, meekest places.
When sad brain puts together set time frame,
Things solid, stolid, with deeds soon as done,
Her kissing bruises can seem kinkiest fun,
I'm slightly behind the beat, search the aim.
I trust her, we thrive on never-never,
Mortgaged house looks old time machine ever.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 never-never
o $10,000,000 future
o $10,000,000 tomorrow
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