I want to plunge
keep ever falling
in love with you
my beatnik poet
As we ditch then hitch
chasing the Southern Cross
hiking to Aqua Calientes
kissing bliss at the Sun Gate
All the while
capturing each breath
sigh
in the freest most verse
Drifting fast asleep
my head in your lap
while you jit and jot
me into a lyric
Making raveled love
eye locked gazes
a tickle of whispers
your deftest tracings
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Author:
Libellule (
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Comments3
Now that is what I call a poem. Starting sweet becoming quirky with a dash of passion and a sprinkle of charm this poem does what many can't and that is put affection in common terms that are so poetic. Loved it a fave
BRAVO
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