interior to the moment
where we mingled our words,
every other one articulated
disparate pretenses
though thought bound-
to increment and comply
with the next,
leading onward
in the clutches
and parlance of consummation
to a synchronous
indulgence.
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I know the words here are a bit “overzealous,” though as I’ve mentioned before here…I like the sounds that words make. So indulge my vocabulary and just listen to the sounds. Thanks for visiting.
Taps and Ratamacues 
Poetry has a lyrical beauty…one doesn’t have to understand the words to appreciate how they sound. Yours have a musical flow…
Thanks Mary. Music is the engine that drives most of my writing.
Music drives my life…lol.
And btw, my friends call me Cathy. 🙂
Ok Cathy. 😉 Thanks!
Ok Cathy. 😉 Thanks.