Non-Erotic Poetryfalling from graceshe loves me
she loves me not
Head over heels?
Not I.
Ass over tea kettle
fits better.
I've no grace,
least of all with love.
she loves me
she loves me not
I've seen those women
radiant with love.
Walking talking hurricane
lamps casting arcs
of warmth from within.
Bitches.
she loves me
she loves me not
I stumble, tumble
awkward
and childish
and usually fall
on my ass.
And yet, somehow
she loves me.
Inspired by the painting "Breeze Shouldered Memories" by artist Terry Rentzepis. Please see the February Poem Contest thread for more information.
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