taken by the first line of her poem
his mind wandered to imagined pleasures
where he sat before camp fire singing
to a small guitar accompanyment
but hold....
now reading her 2nd stanza he reflected
it had drifted away as an exercise
of words upon paper and meaningless
casting away campfire thoughts
he addressed again her words
Taken anew upon
imaginations entwined.
His and hers
in a land of rhyme,
wings of passion over
meadows of motion
brushed with breeze
caressing heartfelt emotion.
To bathe in a river\'s depth so cool
yet warmed by her affection
caressed by the current
of nature\'s flow..
...enmeshed
in the loving embrace
of her soul.
. Relaxed into a seduction of bliss.....
.....Thence I sat upon a cloud of contemplation,
. of such a beautiful mind, such artistry.....
. ........In awe of my poetic friends