I want to linger...

Random streams of thought on us...

 

Fragrance of cinnamon bark

Over your swaying arcs

That dress slipping seamless…

I listen to your truffle giggles

Watch your lil wiggles

I love to dance to you…

On your skin, rhymes and verse

Freckles unrehearsed

Love reading your poetry…

Your soft midnight lips

The swaying curve of your hips

Saying hello to mine…

I want to linger

Wrapped ‘round your finger

No place I’d rather be…

You are sung

On my untamed tongue

Your name tastes like summer…

I don’t wanna miss

A single kiss

Or the scent of you in my dreams…

The architecture of you

Your form and style construe

We make the perfect us…

Author's Note

My thoughts tend to have different fonts… :)

Reviews

[Stephen Scaggs]

Dear Craig Froman,

I normally do not read things unless I am urged to read something whether it be through email or read request, but I finally gave into all of those small status updates about you having this as your featured poem. And it was well worth reading; thank you for sharing this poem with me, your reader. Though love poems do not come natural for me, you speak honest from your heart. I like the variation of fonts to separate stanzas, but I'd increase the second stanza by one more for people who may have trouble reading curly fonts. The theme is golden, one of the better love poems I've ever read as most people have really... crappy love poems.

To the poem: The poem starts out good with descriptive words: "fragrance of cinnamon bark," "Over your sway arcs." But as it compels forward, I sense a lack of flow mainly in the middle section of this poem, but you still pull this off with not only descriptiveness but also depth. Your depth is fathomable. You take the reader into the mind of the writer and back out with a clear understanding and a mouth desiring more. I love the illustration of you using the architecture and down on the third line of that stanza, show "make" in reference to architecture. Love is so sweet; but it can also be painful. I wish this could have been lengthened by maybe two stanzas to describe the "perfect us" you leave off of in the last stanza, probably because you ran out of the limited number of fonts on writerscafe.org, lol. Kudos. 9.8/10.

And thank you.

Sincerely,
S. W. Scaggs

[B.E. Gonzales]

Like the font and the picture to match. I remember somebody in this poem. Each line sends an image of obsession to the reader...sweet obsession. Very creative!

[Tracie Skarbo]

I love the playful fonts...:)

I listen to your truffle giggles
Watch your lil wiggles
I love to dance to you…

What a wonderful way to tell someone you love them. You say it like no one else Craig...you always have, and that is what keeps us coming back for more!

[SoulofManyFaces]

You have some really great lines here:
Fragrance of cinnamon bark
That dress slipping seamless…
On your skin, rhymes and verse
Freckles unrehearsed
You are sung
On my untamed tongue
Your name tastes like summer…
There is some sensuality here and some playfullness
I felt as well.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What can I say, this is witty, playful and sexy... quite a fun little read.

[Wildfleour]

I like how you use the fonts to your advantage! :)

[cest la vie]

Well, well I can see says the blind man..
Most creative Mr. Craig.

Beautiful, playful, and sensuous.. Lucky lass...