Improv
that time that we take
where we make it up as we go
but something we find the rhythm
in life itself
yet we reach
in a sigh
that breath
which touches
within our own eternity
sonnets
of romance
where I hear your whispers
found in a hue of love
our hunger
met
one syllable
by syllable
where your eyes meet mine.
Nov. 27, 2004
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Written November 29th, 2004
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Improv... when it comes to love and romance, it should always be made up as we go along. Two together creating their own moments and their own memories to be recalled on those lonely days when things don't seem as right as they should be or when life it too hectic and oneof you have forgotten the proper order of your priorities. You always give me occasion to think and so often you insipre me with your words just as you have here.
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This is beautiful Bill.. I love the way you expressed the sensuality in this. The "syllable by syllable" was just nothing I have ever heard (or read) before.. and it seems to capture just the right emotion .
Great work.
Much love always,
Ashley -
well written
this is very good side,hmmm improv,i know a thing or two bout that,lol i like to do that alot in life,as well as in the chatbox,lol keep up the great work buddy,i liked the way you put your poem into form,and i also like the background of the big open rose,good job bud,nbf /janny
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