SpokenA Poem by Chris Shaw(For AJ)
when your Richard Burton
mulberry silk voice smooth like crushed velvet recites my poems aloud the cacophony at home ceases and stands to attention when you slip your tongue round my English vowels caress my consonants embrace my stanzas then hold my pauses close you send tingles racing down my spine i imagine i am Liz Taylor dripping in dazzling diamonds cosseted in cosy adoration you transform my dishwater words into jewels of sparkling satisfaction so thanking you will never be sufficient © 2024 Chris ShawReviews
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37 Reviews Added on March 11, 2024 Last Updated on March 12, 2024 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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