Sheer Poetry In Motion

My life has been the poem I would have writ, but I could not both live and utter it. - Thoreau

mere presence an innuendo

fingers laced with alliteration

hair flowing in assonance

lips moving meter

bosoms heaving sonnets of hyperbole

eyes rolling couplets of metaphorical meaning

each time i read her adding yet another longing verse

striking an alluring "prose"

legs stanzas of  more than sufficient length

marrying our meter and rhyme

the two of us forming an unexpected simile

my soul understanding her title

all parts vital

deep as any ocean

sheer poetry in motion

Author's Note

"There is all the poetry in the world in a name. It is a poem which the mass of men hear and read. What is poetry in the common sense, but a hearing of such jingling names? I want nothing better than a good word. The name of a thing may easily be more than the thing itself to me." - Thoreau