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Accordion Of You
wrap your arms around me
let me be your accordion
that bellows to and fro
as you squeeze me gently in your arms
listen to my diatonic fusion
of ambient cries
quivering with your touch
every curve of me
the shadows of midnight
the lines of your sestina
as you undress me
with your lyrical repartee
a troubadour
unveiling moonbeams
hear the rapture of my heart
an accordion of ecstacy
under the tremolo of stars
piercing naked
my silhouette
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Comment by: Valerie - 2007-12-08 14:17
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I want to know who this lucky guy is. I absolutely love, love the fact that you haven't used punctuation. That is the trend for these times; however, most writers of poetics are not aware of this. fredav is correct, you are the queen of sensual poetry.
"The lines of your sestina"...gorgeous! |
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Comment by: manoj - 2007-12-04 21:56
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lovely...
every curve of me
the shadows of midnight
the lines of your sestina... excellent |
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| Thanks Fredav, I thought I was getting a little rusty, hehe. I did remove the extra "your" I think i quivered toooo much, hehe. Okay, decided to tweak this up a bit, much better I think. |
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Comment by: fredav - 2007-12-03 01:42
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Another good one, Joni. You are the queen of sensual poetry, I tell you! Lol!
Suggestion:
serenade me
with your your voice *remove the extra 'your'
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