i dream of you most perfect girl
intelligent and patient eyes
with legs caressable as clay
world-weary and naive in turns
sharp of tongue yet never lies
nor turns a starving heart away
most perfect girl in dreams you'd be
so strong and joyful to submit
your nature suits duality
enjoys your wicked, smiles your wit
one whose soul outshines the sun
and darker than obsidian
i pray to be when i am done
one most unworthy perfect man
Jus' playing with the form. Inverted Petrarchan sonnet.