I try to keep time with your smile,
the way you curve your lips,
I try to keep cool all the while,
the way my body drips
with the sweat of such desire
that the situations dire.
I can't keep up with your gile!
the way your fairest hair flips!
I can't calm down, I'm a mile
away while my poor heart slips
with the speed of which I tire
from the rate that you inspire.
A/N:SPOILER: I am particularly proud of this, because of the meter. If you scantion the poem you will find a slant meter that, well quite frankly doesn't keep time with itself. Everything else os right, the rhyme scheme is very tightly knit, but an extra syllable here or there express what the poem is really about, not having the right timing while confronting a potential love interest. oh, and it's just as subtle. :) or maybe I'm just crazy x.x
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
