Aaronic Sonnet in a Face
what if a sonnet had a face
and hands aimless beard coarse
as scouring pads licking off food grime
high-heat stains that shadow pans
almond eyes lusty
but wise-looking
choppy meters
to meet
expectations
surpassed by the
you-ness of you soundly
tangential cadences and quaint
flirtations
drawing me into your world perfectly
what if a sonnet bore arms and plump lips
enveloping previous lovelorn lives
arms that carry like bird's arias drift dripping
ease straining fragile peace from strife
could it be a sonnet with clumsy
feet
distressed emphasis
and bent rhymes
my sweet
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