Poetry

something I wrote in the faded hour of stupid-o'clock-in-the-morning after a pretty stimulating evening

It wasn't just a hook up;

Of that I was so sure.

It was simply sweet,

And wonderfully, modestly put,

Like a stanza in a sonnet.

Nothing less and nothing more,

Than absolutely perfect.

We weren't just kissing;

We were passing notes with our tongues.

We weren't just embracing;

We were sharing secrets with our hands,

Tracing lazy circles with our fingers on each other's skin,

Truly remarkable works of art.

We weren't just "hooking up".

We were making poetry.

Absolute poetry.

And I'm just itching to write some more.

Reviews

[Ren Grace]

Bravo my dear friend har har har you're a poet and you know it ;)

[Iliza Gold]

why thank you, my fine companion!