Sheer Poetry in Motion

My life has been the poem I would have write but I could not both live and utter it. - Thoreau

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lying prone in a spent bed of prose

passion in every line we trace

adoration the title

kisses the verses

this poem we write together as one

this sonnet that rehearses

this lustful desire that both blesses and curses

craving the rhyme

our bodies the crime

fervor's mountain we climb

wrapped together tightly as an inseparable vine

drinking each other in like fine red wine

savoring each other in a repast on which we dine

losing all sense of time

from where did we first get this notion

this deep devotion

when did we first drink love's potion

when did we first taste this emotion

first swim in its vast ocean

lather ourselves in its soothing lotion

fruit of catullus

fear of what might annul us

romance that will lull us

no doubt

only its final reading will tell us 

Author's Note

"Poetry is the only life got, the only work done, the only pure product and free labor of man, performed only when he has put all the world under his feet, and conquered the last of his foes. Good poetry seems so simple and natural a thing that when we meet it we wonder that all men are not always poets." - Thoreau