To: bentfeather
True, true, what you say is true.
But I being a guy do know
That with these verses of love
They will say a queerness, I show
Haha, I think it funny
With that Ill go hug my bunny
But seriously or as much as I can be
Your words like slow silver run through me
They tickle and titillate the senses
And make me think of putting up fences...
But another part of me will not retreat
For this kind of fun just cannot be beat
To: Rhyminsimon
The hearld I answer is the one
whispering in my ear
hitching a ride with me
or is it I with her
on the winds...
we fly, we are never shy
no nevermore will she and I
be tamed or shamed
or blamed...
in trance we roam
without a home
stopping by afar
galaxies unborn
we dance the rhyme
sweet in sound
rich in color all around
we fling the stars
in fun each night
return by dawn's faint light
we wait for nights' respose
to put a twinkle in our toes
to tweek our ears to the call
laughing, laughing in the hall...
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