~~~
as we lay beside each other,
about twelve long inches apart,
both tablet-engrossed,
human flesh coffee cup holders,
I proffered this rejoinder/rejoin her:
*"if you were closer,
I'd kiss you hard,"
but for now,*
be satisfied with this my darling:
distance makes the heart grow fonder"
then she looked up, up, up,
removed her sound proofing earbuds,
asking the ceiling,
"what's that you said?"
~~~
as we lay beside each other,
the symphonic orchestra struck up
"The Human Cantata"
the sounds we frailties issue,
when thoughts course
throughout our bodies and minds,
sounds of melodic purring,
foot stomping, jumping for joy
drums and timpani,
violins cry soaring and moaning
and this particular vignette
of music never-ending
has never been recorded
till now
~~~
as we lay beside each other,
we lay inside each other,
the vines of new stories shoot
every which way,
and you contemplate
a poem title emendation,
why a mere three,
perhaps,
endless vignettes?
~~~
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
~~~
as we lay beside each other,
about twelve long inches apart,
both tablet-engrossed,
human flesh coffee cup holders,
I proffered this rejoinder/rejoin her:
*"if you were closer,
I'd kiss you hard,"
but for now,*
be satisfied with this my darling:
distance makes the heart grow fonder"
then she looked up, up, up,
removed her sound proofing earbuds,
asking the ceiling,
"what's that you said?"
~~~
as we lay beside each other,
the symphonic orchestra struck up
"The Human Cantata"
the sounds we frailties issue,
when thoughts course
throughout our bodies and minds,
sounds of melodic purring,
foot stomping, jumping for joy
drums and timpani,
violins cry soaring and moaning
and this particular vignette
of music never-ending
has never been recorded
till now
~~~
as we lay beside each other,
we lay inside each other,
the vines of new stories shoot
every which way,
and you contemplate
a poem title emendation,
why a mere three,
perhaps,
endless vignettes?
~~~
August 2015
one early morning
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