We met in a bookshelf of time.
a space by the sea
you come all book bound and tongue tied
I gift you with my silent smile
and free from words but full of sound,
we made poetry,
and ever since.
Sometimes it’s a quatrain,
others a line of prose
You with your staccato alliteration
and epigrams that make me laugh
Me with my denotation,
conceit all free verse,
We slam poetry it out,
We breath the rhythm and rhyming in.
Our lines couplet even in the unshackled places,
My iambic feet pentameter your blood
Epic narratives composed on each others body,
full of connotations and assonance.
Sonnets for our hearts
– Lotus Kruse