We speak in sonnets
Our hands the couplets
Kissing haikus
And amid the dark we compose
These rhythmic stanzas
Because at some point
We stopped making love
And started making poetry
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
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Benjamin Grossman 
Utterly beautiful! 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
Thanks!!!
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Sensual and brilliant! Clever use of language too
Thanks!
Wowzer .. brilliant mind. You raising the bar around here, Benjamin!!
Thanks, really!
Cool 😎
Lovely. 🙂
Thanks! 🙂
Yes! Clever… I like it!!
Thanks, Tara!
Beautiful poem Benjamin! Poetry is a more honest appreciation and expression of love and life. Beautifully expressed! 🙌
That’s right. Sounds like the start of a philosophy of poetry. A very good starting point you’ve created to define it. Thanks for sharing your thoughtful thoughts as always!
Outstanding 👍🖤
Huge thanks!
You’re most welcome.
I loved this 🖤
Speaking to each other in poetry is like mental love making in a way…😁. A piece of great work Benjamin!
You’re right: Intellectual stimulation is where it all begins. “Mental lovemaking” is a cool idea. Thanks.
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Wow, Benjamin!
Impressive!
Thanks!
I am sorry I missed your name there, Bejamin 🙂
No worries 🙂 And you had my name correctly the first time!
Oh! that makes me feel better, but your profile is bejamin4. Never mind, will start using Benjamin 🙂
Yeah, it’s just the profile name from when I made it years ago. But I’m definitely just Benjamin. Bejamin is an old nickname, though, from when I was a kid.
Ah, makes sense. I love that you used your childhood nickname; a connection to your past, your innocence. 🙂
Ben, what a beautifully crafted image of what love can be like. Poetry in motion as they say 👏
Thanks for that!
You’re welcome!
Love the metaphors! Always on point! The last line is perfect 🙌
Big thanks! 🙂
You’re welcome!
Love the passion!
Thanks! Glad you could relate to this!
Love this. It did not go where the title lead me to believe. Wonderful write!
Thanks! I was hoping the title would the key to the piece, a kind of pull in. Thanks again! Enjoy your Monday!
Welcome. You too!
Wow this is fabulous.
THANK YOU!
Welcome 🙂
A poetic masterpiece~
Thanks for your kind words!
Truly enjoyed it~
Sensuous poetic love…. outstanding piece Ben 💙
Thanks so much!
Gorgeous, the way you mentioned the forms and the relations. 👌🏾
Thanks. Appreciate it!
it is at this moment I knew I love itttt
Huge thanks for reading and commenting!
hahaha always a fan of your poems
Thanks again!
Truly beautiful!
Thank you!
Most welcome!
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So lovely and creative, Benjamin! I especially love the first three lines. Very satisfying to say. 😊
Thanks a lot. Probably my favorite lines, too. 🙂 Have a great start to your week!
I love your use of words here, Benjamin. A completely delightful piece with such immense emotions. ❤️✨
Thanks, thanks! Have a wonderful week ahead!
Those last two lines hit the heart! ♥️
Good to know this!
Absolutely beautiful…..forgotten what it was to rhyme ❤ Absolutely wonderful, Ben.
Thanks a lot!
This is masterpiece💓
Very neat, bro! 👌♥🌹
Thanks a lot! Sorry for the late reply, randomly this comment went to spam. Appreciate you taking the time!
That’s alright! It happens to me too!🙏😊