Revised sonnet #1321
Dear Pip the clock time click Id like to ease
Id like to scrawl or sketch your beauty down
Your soothing smile your less than damning frown
A moment snatch a millisecond seize
As well your bouncing bust your kinking knees
As well your arching arms your bristling crown
Id like to do you justice nudge renown
Proportions pitch that standard gauge agrees
I might immortalise what once was seen
In glaze decidedly deciduous coils
And over paint those grey thick golden oils
Eyebrows and lashes seeming evergreen
As barrier versus element or bruise
Your solemn statue has her hundred hues
Chorus bruise contusione ematoma