Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

you connect me to pure poetry
the music of words resplendent
you are my ultimate muse, my rapture intact
your eyes are brown but sometimes they're green

when you write poetry with me
it's music on moonlight; dominance and submission
with panda love and nocturn admissions of who we are
will you accept my revelations?

and then I hear your pure rhapsodies
the truth and the pureness, you are a virgin of thought
and keep me centered on the axis of verity
come write with me, yes, write with me.

I am served a delightful feast
of dream desserts and pieces of a veritable delight.
I pull nightshades tight in order to partake
in solitude, quiet, green-eyed gambit of a reflection,
exquisitely submitted with impure intentions.

I write invections or virtues, remissions
admitted like a bear retreat into cages sweet
with artificial zoo-tending, I send a message of
virgin versions blended with not, each word hot
on the trail of another, each thought
caught in a scurry to retrieve or deny
another.

Speak to me of revelations.
Speak to me like a brother
incestuously wanton,
speak to me of a centered axis
and I will play my nocturnal piece
to your prowl -- howl your simple
cadence to the evading gradation
of eye myths and I will twist
my meter up against yours,
complete with centered twirls,
unearthed on an axis plane,
insane for the wanting
of it.

....to see you two perform as one is a feat that makes this wired man sit back and wear a genuine cheshire cat grin.....that was some beautiful writing my friends.......mark