Revised sonnet #475
The buzz I buffer complicates conceit
I love to love to do it cold Ive found
Emotions mar the mind allowed unbound
I blush at flattery and brush off heat
I start to swoon then stop a chump or cheat
I cling to safety kept on common ground
Your simplest sighs and sentences astound
I miss the gist as my eyes wide eyes meet
I crave a couple moment what you choose
I guess at swirl of sand and comb of beach
I guess at hunt of sun and gawk of hues
I guess at bend of branch and pluck of peach
I live to see you beam a smile or blink
If hands ours tentative in private link
Chorus blink flutter nictate