tagNon-Erotic PoetryDon't tell me it is the Season

Don't tell me it is the Season

byannaswirls©

Don’t tell me it's just the season
We count backwards from ten
sidetrack detour bar stop water
cooler the new girl the new girl
stop light phone call reassuring the others
you are so beautiful so beautiful


And we never make it back to each other
You dig down through tender shoots
and sleeping bulbs
down through metamorphic layers
of lost lovers
that still cling for nourishment
The pick slams bedrock
sends jolt through muscle

Its around its around
its around here somewhere
backtrack follow the trail of
rose petals dropped lightly
you would never do this
put your nose to the ground
follow my scent

Anyway, I am buried deep under
where I should be
here with my inspiration
for love lost poetry

It is snowing
the ice is due
He called from California
Jenny you will love it here
it is so beautiful
so beautiful.

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