Infiltrating to your mirror
made of a crystal glass
seeping through the fibre
of your thought, as I lay bare,
my soul permeated yours.
with mere letters combined
word for word
phrase by phrase
a sentence or two, in stanzas
break lines infinitesimal;
they created an embroidered frame
of story exquisitely wrapped in a box.
literal, symmetrical and technical
you wrote such terrific emotive tales
narrated with artistic jargon
dashed with skills; savoured with humor
tainted with emotion and packed with action.
presented in contemporay prose; otherwise a paradox,
when articulation receives warm affirmation.
~greenmeadow~
2/17/2006