James Peranteau Poet Rhyme

Past Mine Speak

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             Inching unto 
  the tumid capstones of hern 
             pixie's plush

      quietly the genteel of i
               continues
            until her blush

        and her digits reach
           can you believe
         for the likes of me

         Touching my flesh
    where I had use to fright
  now this soul becomes flush
       deep into my sinews
          past mine speak

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Elizabeth Wesley January 13, 2012 at 10:36 PM I sure know how to spot them! You provide all the food my imagination can take but I do keep coming back for more. 'Pon my flesh I agonized.

Charmaine Chircop January 24, 2010 at 11:24 AM lovely poem,this woman must be a special one James,indeed deep..Charma

Andrea Dietrich January 23, 2010 at 2:56 PM Very DEEP indeed. This reads very interestingly. I will have to see more of your poetry. thanks for your great comments to me.andrea

Sara Kendrick January 23, 2010 at 1:12 PM Very passionate short write. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire January 22, 2010 at 3:25 PM Quite the romantic write, James. There must be a lucky lady blushing somewhere as well. Great work! Love, Carolyn

Doris Culverhouse January 22, 2010 at 12:55 PM good one!! Thanks for all the encouragement!!

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 22, 2010 at 12:41 PM That's nice and spiritually sensual. Good rhyme. Lovingly, Dane Ann (And thanks for commenting on my poetry... the answer is I'm not sure... maybe so. Look up Poetic form: Clerihew.) Smiles...