To be poetically
wed to Amera,
is akin to
sprinkles on a donut,
giggles on a baby's face,
whipped cream on pumpkin pie.
Sweet, intensely unique,
gut clenching pleasure at
the very thought
of such a union.
A shoulder like a
pillow soft boulder
for her to lean on
when she is sad.
Delving often into
the deep lure of her eyes
and succumbing in the
wonders found there.
Finger-painting
smiles both
horizontal and vertical,
on her lips and flesh.
Intimate secrets
whispered endearingly,
as I pluck the
flower of Amera.
Gently pulling her
pink petal of bliss
between my lips,
as she murmurs
and sighs,
"He loves me,
He loves me hot."
Intelligence blended
with an enchantment that
deprives one of any other dreams.
Eyes that can tease ,
a rock to dance,
and educate in
a single glance.
Late night thoughts
un-bottled and
poured out,
as two poets mingle
like paper and ink,
making sense from
the blankness
of existence alone.
Let us become
children again,
long lost pen pals,
scribbling dreams
and blowing kisses
to far away places.
Sharing the
commonality
of what's right,
what's written,
and what is one
smitten by another.
I can't offer
you the world,
only a small,
canvassed collection,
of what I
have cherished,
rendered in
soft strokes.
Pigments of
the imagination,
soft pink pastels
that'll match
the blush
that appeared
on your cheeks
in stanza three.
Not as skilled in
the technical aspects,
of the poetic arts,
as you have
always been
but perhaps
the grace of your
influence,
will gently brush
away the cobwebs,
of this poet's
shadowed images.
In exchange
for friendship,
some vivid bursts
of passion,
plenty of flowers
that bloom
in squiggles
and curves
between the bleached
remnants of trees,
that is my manifest,
as I seek a
companion-ship,
for a possible voyage,
across oceans
of possibilities,
to the island of Amera.
Let us sling
a pair of hammocks
between four palms extended
and bask in the warmth
of two sunlit faces,
sharing the joyous
webbed space,
found only above
such uncommon ground.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
Bronze trophy winner
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Good luck.
I like this poem to Amera. I especially