She is dark she is pretty
She has an easy grace
When she smiles sky's open
As she walk beauty accentuates
If me alliterates she's beauty me beholds
In her hugs me befoulded as am beffuddles
The in her me spy genna
Me spying beautiful l meadows of genna
When with her me fathom lilting nivarna
Her essence a paradise of carousel emotions
Her name is Rue an enchantress gem is she..
amazement
alliterates
the opaque,
too often
absent,
yet
traces
remain
to occupy
to exact
to elevate..
a readymade
collage..within
She’s an artist of word and rhyme
He’s an artist of capturing time
She weaves lines creating emotion
He stills a moment in motion
He brings her into focus
She likens him to a crocus
They dance in monorhyme
The lighting is perfectly prime
He caresses her with long exposure
Her pen bleeds of love and allure
He looks for that shot he desires
Now she and her muse are on fire
His shutter snaps quick progression
She alliterates in rapid succession
Sunrise paints the sky with colors
Inspiring these would-be lovers
He’s waited for such perfect light
She’s yearned for inspiration to write
How fitting they finally meet
On the cliffs once walked by Keats
Her image fills the frame of his picture
As sonnets she pens like scripture
They were destined to be together
The Poetess and the Photographer.