The Metrist Adrift

Heh... a little homage to my spoken word days, inspired recently.

Now I'm off to get my passport. Later, mine readers.

Tea before bed

If I might recite
my finest lines in mind to you.
For you. About you.
I doubt you can imagine
the difficulty I'm having
in not kissing you...
holding you...
or just grabbing your hand
and declaring my affection
with a collection of words
seemingly invented with
the intention of my one day
using them to get your attention
and then when I have you immersed in verse
and think I've got a chance to advance
on you in person.... like this...
with the softest kiss...
lips to lips
heart to heart
in bliss.