a study toward sonnet #1,388 by FisherKingKQJ
(lxxiv)
My sweet dear Sheryl, my entire life seems
To be a heaven, no small help from you,
You whisper words, that you'll always be true,
Thus my day dreams segue in off waking dreams.
I'll hedge still, if it's me to whom she beams,
I'll think it some mirage to pass hands through,
Her salient smiles, I'll look behind anew,
No one, none, for my eyes eyes sparkling streams.
My palms have pressed on kidneys sceptic test,
From behind trapped your trembling tummy,
My splayed fingers have walked further scrummy,
In your ribcage grooves found their fluted rest.
As you smile, Sheryl, graciously, you give
These loveliest lessons, large reason to live.
(Chorus)
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