.....without pressure of rhyme or meter or cadence,
.....((though, alas, such play continually in my mind!)
I wish to write
.....the taste of melting butter and honey
.....on fresh steaming homemade fruit dumplings...
I wish to write
.....the sound of the sweetest melody
.....perfectly tuned to universal lyrics,
.......... the glory of the panoramic alpine vision
.......... unmarred by man's footprint or even his breath,
............... and the sensation of shrinking into myself
............... as the universe expands, unwinding...
I wish to write
.....the feel of your skin brushing mine
.....and our essence mingling together
And of
.....the pure, clean necessity of time to embrace aloneness
.....with all the weary hot tears and crumpled heaps,
.....melting into quiet reflection, rest, and direction.
I wish to write
.....of my free-spirited passion for life...
Yet even the richest articulation can never really tell it all,
And besides...
.....I have SUCH the writer's cramp! :~O
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