Our Song


Before we finally sleep,
Let me tell you of our song.
Dark, melodic, all vibrant rhythms, blue notes.
Atonal music from a primitive era
Written in time subtly perfect,
Conveived in meter recalling perfect emotion.

Inspired collaborators, you and I
Composing personal thymes in bold script.
Within the timeless joys of our love,
You clasp my stylus into your well of harmony.
Probing deeply I am confined
In a carefully structured love sonnet.

You offer me ecstasy
in smooth well stretched papyrus.
Joyous expression,
unbound in the mobility of sheer creation.
And we write the most ardent of flesh poems.
Further we create the most fleshy of tone poems.
And we make the most powerful of love poems.

In the final flourish
we fuse creativity with free form.
Anarchy spews froth,
a liquid stream of consciousness.

The flow of our art
overtakes our bodies in crescendo
As the final couplet is hastily scrawled
in messy completion.

You leave me inspired, exhausted,
Sticky with my loving consent.
I leave you wet with my signature.
The making of our song.

Report Story

byslowhand60© 0 comments/ 3289 views/ 0 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments  - Click here to add a comment to this poem

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

Refresh ImageYou may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: