I Love The Way

PORTIA:I love Sydney, and Marlow

And often I borrow their words to express how I feel.

I love poems of mystery,

Fantasy, history, oh what seductive appeal.

At night, alone in my bedroom,

Satisfying my need.

The candlelight fire ignites my desire,

To read

Oh, every time I hear a perfect rhyme I get all tingly

Because I know,

That to find a perfect rhyme is not an easy, thingly.

I love the places that words let me go

I love the way that your words move me so

No words have touched me the way that yours do

And I love…you are really doing something to me mister poetry man

Oh forgive me, I never get to discuss poems in this way

NIGEL BOTTOM:Oh it’s okay,

I just never knew that poetry could affect someone the way it affects me

P:)Me neither

N:)It’s the end all, the be all. Oh, you ought a see all the books that I have on my shelf

P:)Me too

I find pleasure perusing those writings and musing so often I pleasure myself

Wait, that didn’t sound right

N:)No, I know what you mean

When I’m deep in the throes of impassionate prose,

I could scream

P:)You scream? N:Yeah P:So do I! Ahh

Oh, I love a lilting line of lyrical alliteration.

N:)Who doesn’t love alliteration?

P:)And then I’m like well, when the phrases come together like a consummation

N:)It’s sweet elation

BOTH:)I love the places that words let me go,

I love the way that your words move me so

I love, that you feel, the same way I do

And I love,

You know that I love,

You know that I love,

N:Me too!