Bradley Tremmil
POETIC POTTERY…
Hey yo,
This is how we slay
Blind folded we play yo
Arms around the waist
Taste the air pulsate,
Song of the heart
Your heart
My heart
One beat
Words need not speak,
A melodious symphony
Tells you
Tells me
As sunshine beams in rays
The vibe is sweeter than sweet…
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Say yo,
Bliss is when we play
Eyes closed from day yo
Temperatures rise in paradise,
More water
The wetter the better
Your hands
My hands
Our hands in play dough,
No limit to exhibit
Practice for perfection
Destinations where imaginations go,
The poetic romance
Pour more affections
Say you
Slay me
Making love out of clay yo…
Copyright © 2017 Bradley M. Tremmil
It brought to mind the film Ghost for me too Bradley but I think your poem has just as much romantic fire as Unchained Melody, and the photo was a great match for this splendid poem.
Thank you Paul. No doubt Ghost is one of those classics that have an epic tale to it. I haven’t that movie in years. Maybe this is a sign that now is the time I ought to watch it again. Who knows what inspiration be-waits the muse!
I was just thinking about writing it down but Carol did it first!
Albert don’t you know that great minds think alike, i.e you and Carol. The irony is that Ghost and unchained melody were the furthest from my mind when I wrote this.
That’s not ironic at all! It was just great, Bradley! Maybe Carol and I just call a symbolic association we’ve known before.
You are correct Albert!
Thank you very much, Carol
This reminds me of the movie Ghost. A great movie!
I could hear the song Unchained Melody playing as I read. 🙂
Now that you mentioned that , I totally agree. I see you and Albert have the same great minds. Imagine a collaboration.
Albert and I seem to finish each other’s sentences at times.