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