wanderlust

we drifted to nuances --
awoken in the moonlight,
shades of corporeal in
skeleton words; our minds
gently electric - sparkled
like ghosts, glazed with
tangibility. we existed
as one, unorthodox,
the midnight rekindling
spelling true -- the words
pure at last, her
caress soothing me to
our graceful blend.

ummm.... um.

Attempt at romance?

kindaza. sounds. romantic like-ish, sorta- maybe.

I think "blend" is totally the wrong word to finish this off with.

Try one of the following:
me'nage (did I spell right, as in threesome)
harmony
symphony

Hi Jack,


I'm glad you're still writing poetry.

This, for me, redoubles into itself. The notion of being One is brought up either too much for this, or else this is not long enough to sustain it. Your call. I suggest an overhaul on the first instance of being One but maintaining the proper length.


Best of wishes,
Brad

Thanks Brad -- I'm trying to get back into it. I'll come back to it and attempt what you said.

And thanks Slick -- maybe blend isn't the right word.

*clapping my hands enthusiastically.*
I love it....... LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!