Evensong: Blue Comments

Now, that's a love poem! ! !

the shape of a lover's thighs fingers are a poem the high note on a violin shooting stars, pleasure, like the flame of the last match All these very fine lines, i collected from your poem after carefully reading your poem. just loved reading it. you are original and so much passion you have in your words... thank you dear poet. tony

A nice lovely start. Thanks

I am become the bearer of words that ring like gongs that tumble like flutes made of human bones I hold hope between my palms like the flame of the last match lovely lines of a beautiful poem.