Poetry in motion-

Words without a rhyme,

Feeling the love we share

In each and every line,

Taking the time to understand

The words that aren’t spoken-

Feeling them deep inside

Where the senses are open-

To the ways of love.

Taking mental notes

And rewriting the pages,

As I look into her blue eyes

And watch as the fire rages,

Seeking the perfection of her form,

As she slowly melts into me,

Trying to find just the right words

That describe this feeling she gives me-

When she consumes me with her love.

Poetry in motion-

A wondrous love without end,

Taking us to that special place

That neither of us has ever been,

A poem so perfect in form

That it lies undisturbed on the page,

Until we read it aloud with our heart

And then let it set the stage-

For our ever-evolving love.