Sunday, December 13, 2009

Two short poems for December 13, 2009

I

I sing
too wild
and too often

your song
is infrequent
and pure

I told you
this would not
be precise

I told you
it would not
endure

II

There was
a language
born from
your words

A hallelujah
from your kiss

An imprint
from your
warm embrace

And your eyes
inspired this

2 comments:

  1. Yes! Wow indeed. I have never been very fond of rhyming poetry, but you've changed my mind. This was beautiful.

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