RAPTURE..........

How do I love thee
Let me count the ways
When poetry becomes a performance of bodies 
bonding in a emotional exchange 
without words being said
When each delivery, comes with a response
connecting each ending, is only the beginning to a new poem
When there is no competition
No errors in spelling
Grammar can't not be decipher through moans
vocals are the best releases in tones
So, When can you and I, make poems
Without introductions of names
With less problems and more resolutions
Where lying parallel, makes us look so acute............in angles
I'm so dire straights on your curves
When, where and how can we start this
with no finish
No care in the world about doing it
how pen strokes makes print writes scream in cursive
Can we do it....
over there, their or they're
I'm ready to be one poem
no title
ongoing
no ending
maybe a to be continue
or discontinue
mild breaks like punctuations
or when we are out of breath
Poets,
lets love poem poetry
until Haiku's be hitting high pitched senyru'
my 6 by your 6
cause we love sixing......9, sixes
I plead my case
My pen is at rest
Poem me poetry
I think I'm being poetically gestured