Doivent

Alliteration extravaganza!

February 12, 2011 / 9:38 pm

You touch me in
Ways, waves,
What-the-f**k
Whatchamacallits.
I’m dunking and diving,
Continually counting
The breaths in between
Hello and x and ah.
Flat out-busted down,
I am water in the palm.
Hold me and I’ll stay.
Hold me and I’m yours.

You touch me in
Time honored tradition,
Time after time after
Time. I’m again/always
After you. Youths yearn
For freedom less than I
For us. Until unknown
Decades dim drab
Faces I’ll be falling feet
First, forever fit-as-a-fiddle
To fly into daydreams
Unexpectedly. Daring dark
Rooms to revolve into
Slick city streets. A willing
Waiter of whatever.

You touch me in
Subtle, single
Sentences. Sing
Song sayonara.