Michael Ramel Poet Prose

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Appears in my book "Ripples"

 

December 3, 2000

To my complacent Ms. Crane

I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor for your love. The muse runs foolhardy across every page, and on stage I act the jester just to catch a glimpse of that sweet Southern smile. I do so aspire to taste the nectar of your kiss. All this time apart has my heart yearning, even imploring your touch. I beseech your name to stop the tribulation, to ease the travailing of my heart. My belle I don't say these things in comfort, I adamantly long for a union of our souls, and a harmony played on our heartstrings. As God is my witness, love is our destination, however our journey begins with us. I query of your heart oh misfortuned women, what perplexes your heart? What clutters your mind's thoughts? Is it I? My only desire is your happiness. I too, see happiness as my endeavor. So this leaves us at a crossroad. Shall we be a blessed union, or do we wander trodden thoroughfare?

Preemptively yours
Michael

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Lyric Man May 18, 2025 at 12:17 PM Mesmerized by this write and my muse will not let go the thought of Ms. Crane. I'm going to write a response to your incredible poem from Ms. Crane's perspective if only to release my muse so that it can journey to other destination. Hope the echo meets your approval. Of course this is just for fun and the joy of interacting with quality writes like yours! Michael Ramel May 18, 2025 at 1:09 PM Wow thanks Lyric Man.....well this is a product of real longing for someone. I am amp'd to see what your muse inspires.