Revised sonnet #121
Read rare rapport just now in steep decline
This tight track meant our bodies fixed in file
Then Michael bumped a shoulder hard on mine
I wondered was it barge if so then vile
Air hot and sticky still and weather fine
I smirked at his ingratiating trite smile
I shoved aside a snaking noxious vine
And we trudged forth to batch a little while
I worried what Id do if he quit me
I lived to catch approval more than love
I felt a blatant hint in saving shove
I nearly stepped inside the bark debris
I blinked to him to corner me on bough
To force feed fine french kiss to crazy cow
Chorus bough gren ramo
