I shit by candlelight tonight

[joel]

I shit by candlelight tonight; I live
alone. Such singular romance is but
deep laughter for perhaps Earth’s mated souls—
yet those whose too-wide beds lay halfway cold
perhaps take hold of what romance they find.
When nature asked me for a date, I shrugged
and then untied my shoes; took off my shirt;
undid my belt (my striptease nature flirt).
And off my socks and off my jeans, it hugged
my skin exposed: that flame-lit candle kind.
Love often eats by candlelight; unfold
the image: Lonely has the mirror goals.
I voided and romance enjoyed. And but
that so, what more might partnered romance give?

[iblieve]

LMAO, I love it. a poem that proves shit does matter in romance. "C"

[Dylan Wiles]

Romance don't mean shit. Well, that's a keeper if I ever heard one!!
I cracked right the hell up!!

Love
D

[joel]

If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with.

[iblieve]

If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with.

Yeah, I agree even if its only yourself. LOL "C"

[tinkerjack]

nice work joel.
but tell me
did you finish your paperwork?
I have pretty shitty Karma when it comes to romance.
But I have been fortunate enough to have fond memories of showers by candle light.

[joel]

I shit to a romance perverse,
you might say, but I find it no worse
to enjoy lone release
(lonely solitude's peace)
than to wipe ass like tears with a verse.

I always finish my paperwork. [/i]

[tinkerjack]

paper work is optional thank god
hear where we listen to slippery silicon documents
solitary souls pass by like lights in a river of traffic
voices find kindered listeners
verse escapes me
that is why I feed on poetry
a winky right back at ya.