Non-Erotic PoetryAn Ode to Courtney SilvermanShe's my Mona Lisa
not dark and ageless
but flesh and love,
trying on dresses,
speaking to me
gentle like a dove
singing happily in the morning
while I make the coffee
watering her jade plants
while I write poetry
sometimes she looks at me
mysteriously
with her wild round green eyes,
imparting her womans' secrets...
all in a moment
too brief for enlightenment
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