James Peranteau Poet Free verse

Rising 'Bove the Wet

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     Ourn eyne meet
      'pon mine rise

    I felt the tremors
          of her lips

              too
      at ourn vocals
           connect
    whilst hern pretty
            lisped

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FJ Thomas April 4, 2018 at 11:27 AM I always enjoy a gently sensuous write. Veeery nice James :) James Peranteau April 4, 2018 at 12:41 PM Your relish causes mine glee dear poet

Richard Lamoureux April 4, 2018 at 9:39 AM An enjoyable read! James Peranteau April 4, 2018 at 12:23 PM Ty dear poet

Nette Onclaud April 2, 2018 at 3:15 PM makes me go back to templar days, james... gently sizzling!.. huggs and thanks for your insights. James Peranteau April 4, 2018 at 12:33 PM Yw nette

Andrea Dietrich April 2, 2018 at 2:53 PM Sweet one. Not knowing medieval style, I do not know if it is grammatical or not. haha. But it's meaning is lovely. James Peranteau April 4, 2018 at 12:28 PM I digress, yes at times Andrea and err with many times the smirk on my face indulging poetic license here and there within my writes...yet, not within this particular write...*sm

Joe Maverick February 27, 2018 at 11:51 AM Enjoyed this medieval style of write James hope alls well with you there.' James Peranteau April 4, 2018 at 12:32 PM Ty dear poet