3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1603

There you fare flaring nostrils flexing air
On brink of seeing through me and drawing a blank
A sniffing snub supplies the lowliest rank
I know you nice Im wont to curry care
Then after satin shimmering I stare
The seemly seams Ive stroked on either flank
As wind weaves your hair fibres fine and lank
I sift things you once said so self aware
A rotten bishop pins it all on pawns?
A pawn in zugzwang zigzags zones way worse?
The move it rule is courtesy or curse?
Is stalemate match or munt of dusks and dawns?
Fretful fun you fascinate and foment
Im afraid youll quell quick any moment
Chorus foment motivate stir