a study toward sonnet #1,398 by FisherKingKQJ
(llvii)
I'd be the first to worship your sweet face,
There's praise which should be pledged forever more,
I'd also be the first so doing to bore,
Let me admire, instead, with passing grace.
I crook reflections up to your tight case,
A periscope like pose for you to pore,
In larger looking glass hand mirrors fore
You rise draped still, you beam, you thank, embrace.
I'd said that tint would turn out bright heartache-
Expertise pushed off, you wouldn't listen,
Next day contrite, you paid for your mistake,
I unglued those micro spheres which glisten.
I showed you back tint free locks and neck,
I loved sweet you as you, not at my beck.
(Chorus)
o neck
o channel
o passage
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