a study toward sonnet #1,429 by FisherKingKQJ
I've caught this galling case of de ja vue,
It's no prior life or virtual video game,
It's your ancient neighbourhood sort of same,
As you described in smiles and while I'd woo.
Selective memories I rarely rue,
As when distracted from your words, no shame
In trying to follow your white teeth, no blame
In sensually resonant days in lieu.
I may remember now the holding hands,
I'd tease you, laugh at your more childish looks,
You were fast tracked ahead of gonad glands,
A pretty face atop a pile of books.
It kills me how I can't put out a trace,
It could engage and add to my disgrace.
(Chorus)
o trace
o reach
o search