For she who is embedded in the text …
Smiling
Even (at least sometimes) in the wrong places
Magic ~ I doubt you own up to that ~
Played out in
All your silent tongues
In all the dialects we both may anguish over
Forgotten by morning
Indiscrete nights/discourse denied
Objuration unspoken/agreed?
Not, it would seem (sighs suggest otherwise)
Articulate blushes speak the unutterable
Fresh, this tang, this fruit
Unschooled (it likens to nothing)
Lectrice-like your name is spoken in circles
Tone deaf, I mutter and amble
Obsequies, though never immediate, are near, though
Nunciative, you hold all the cards
Akróstichis are coded verses built on a specific visual pattern in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text, spells out a word or a message. This is the first of what will probably be many. I wrote it on 30 March 2010. It’s complex, but not ridiculously so. But to get to the destination you first need to start out, and you and I both recognise that this is unlikely …
Tuesday 30 March, 2010
dykiegirl 