Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Object of Desire

The metal sculpture caught my eye

In the antique shop as I browsed.

I picked it up, I don't know why,

My curiosity aroused.

It was two men in a fist fight.

Both maybe a ship captain and

A first mate were who I thought might

Be taking pugilistic stand.

I bet a woman was involved,

Somehow setting one against one,

How most men's disputes be resolved.

Being that woman would be fun.

The captain and the first mate be

Turning their attention to me.