for E. M. A.

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a conglomeration, a pastiche,
two  Italian words affixed,
without hyphen, space, signaling
unity, a merger of a perfect sensory
morsel,

every language unicorn unique with
overlapping skin cells, entangling roots,
so do not be surprised when you,
who speaks not Italian, yet the brain
reverses the words in your eyesight
and is instantaneously understood

I love this letteral literal littoral
literacy
connective tissue that is a humans binding, and oneof my greatest lessenings, is that never
achieved real fluency in my cousined
romance languages, though oft inserted
in my scribbled poesy, for the emphasis
of satisfaction when saying
certain words in a related language carries
a style, a tune, that elevates its conceptually


so friend, multi lingual,
aware of my affection for
mixing, mining words of
multiplicity, makes, creates
a new word just for me:

which deserves a plain old perfect
WOW!
poetfriend
friendpoet
will never sound
as rich, inherently
musical, poetic
as saying:

Amicopoeta

( A sad but real reality of love and life    
    we all learn over time .. oneof my songs )

When youv found all youv ever searched for
All your whole life long~
When youv heard the very words
To your very own souls song~
When youv found the very reason
That you yourself was born~
When love remains as brilliant
As nights first sensual touch of dawn~
When the words total ecstassy
Replaces all youv ever known~
When you know love better than sheer perfection
As if it came to you on the most seductive wind ever blown~
When you are feeling with your fingertips
The very angel youv waited a lifetime for~
When she alone is in your heart and space
And has opened up loves every door~
How can you have her really know that
Its her alone that fills your being~
How can you prove to her in hours
What it is that you are feeling and seeing~
With her exactly as she is without changing
In every single sensual beautiful way~
And she s everything youv ever dreamed of
For now , for ever and a day~
This is when youv found love
And yes this is how it is for you~
But its not worth a solitary dime
If she doesnt feel that way too~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1987