Anxious, you wait, silently so.
Blushing, amongst green leaves on trees,
I sense you, hear you, as I go.
Your rich perfume, my mind takes leave
of its senses--I follow bees,
drunken by your aroma rare.
As wind blows leaves away, I see
Eden's temptation, if I dare.
The huitain contains eight lines, with eight syllables per line.(ABABBCBC)
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
cosmic poem!I like the huitain,have to try it;-)
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Sandie May Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D