Love Poem: Courting Via Match Dot Com
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Written by: Mark Riedel

Courting Via Match Dot Com

Okay.......so you winked at me....I winked back......!

Like your art work........very cool. Love to paint and draw myself....although have 
been on a self imposed sabatical for the past year.........any interest?

Sylvia                                                                                                                                         
        
there is something
that I would like to compose,
It shares with me, a secret
under velvetpurple robes,

It wells in me, this creation
stirring in the sink,
in counterclockwise motion
an oval skating rink,

an ovulation station
with a cerebral population,
eye connect with U
intrepidation stew!
peas be with you. 


what more,

and how can I do

what has been supplanted in - 

side my prim - 

oridial mind?

how can I dream of 

silver plates

and dinner dates

when given

only words,
and only words to display

the curiousity and apprehension

that I feel today... 
 
Okay........so what are you trying to say? Not interested...in the toilet...........what? 
Secret job no secret......starting a biz...don't want to explain to everyone on 
site.......whatever!
Artsy........stuff.

Sylvia 
			
I pull ropes of a circus
tent
and tie them down with oars
like the email 
I sent.

Really don't hold know -
ledge
jumping off
to college...

where is mercy bred?

in the heart

or in the head?! 

You are making my brain hurt...........kind of scary,
I am not asking to marry!
I am a poet and didn't even know it.....that is why I have my poetic license....( Went 
to whittier college in Ca. we were the poets)
Not a good writer..........painting/drawing is my thing....whatever!
Sylvia 
 
sometimes I have trouble NOT writing poetry - 
I feel it is a curse 
at times.
 I don't mean to make yr url erl, oil. 
I mean brain hurt, 
but will put it to you this way 
in short 
of being curt - 
tailed by any subject, incident, or allowance 
(I can not be seriously on the level - 
it throws off my balance) 
countercontemparary shelves in libraries
 is my brainsize, 
full of amicable Shakespearian 
salt shaker over the shoulder values. 
So, brain again on the snide?
 Call me back, or run and hide. 

 Quite the puzzle..........please tell me you don't speak only in poetry........that would 
just make it really difficult.....Not a big Jack Kerouac fan......Jackson 
Pollack.........yes.......sorry.

Syl