sonnet 11.5.13.

Was my heart that ticked you a yielding yes
There was a mystery or masquerade
To glorious you I yearned to second guess
I could initiate closeness onward wade
You had a pleasing urge to selfexpress
Each joke you spoke stung it was never staid
I fell in love with you the stranger less
With many moves your motor skills relayed
Your arm was bent across a pale firm back
Moments lingered long I got uneasy
Queer chat from some dealer got me queasy
For now at least I need to cut you slack
I meant to champion charming you I know
When youd established you as quid pro quo
Chorus know understand interpret