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.