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    Man -- in the Moon


    I drink you in

    your skin and muscled bones
    advance attention every
    second in my sight

    your lips, not pursed but parsed
    with pouted pleasure
    just the sweetest
    shade of pink

    I think
    then stop such cerebral-ic nonsense as
    my pulse pounds louder than
    bold breakers on sweet shores
    we’ve yet to wander, toe to toe
    beneath the stars and sheets
    of long-lived years

    re-cognition
    chorded, kindled, and caressed

    our best
    is yet to come
    Last edited by RhymeLovingWriter; 04-26-2017, 10:17 AM.

  • #2
    A beautiful piece stepping away from your usual coyness with a certainty of the love underpinning it.

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    • RhymeLovingWriter
      RhymeLovingWriter commented
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      Thank you Jon - that's a very nice compliment!

  • #3
    This sounds like enduring love at its best.

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    • RhymeLovingWriter
      RhymeLovingWriter commented
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      Thank you Alex. I did write it with my own dear husband in mind (and sight).

  • #4
    This is just beautiful Paula; I hope your husband appreciated it.

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  • #5
    If I may steal a compliment from grant, "top drawer ".

    A love poem in the vein of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, pure and lovely

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    • RhymeLovingWriter
      RhymeLovingWriter commented
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      Thank you rhymetime. I'm going to have to put in my schedule to reread some of the great poets. At one point in high school, I had most of 'How Do I Love Thee' memorized. I'm going to go back and re-memorize it I think. This definitely gives me the same feel as that. Again, thank you - it's a very pleasant feeling to consider such.

    • rhymetime
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      Remember, the greatest poets did not mean to be great poets. They simply wrote their heart. Because of that their poems became great
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