Non-Erotic PoetryPing Pong Ballswords like ping pong balls fly free
bouncing off you and me
ricocheting off our ears
naked in this house of mirrors ….
wondering what we seek, we need
where our wandering paths might lead
peaks we climb, rivers run
standing in the noon-day sun ….
unencumbered by clothes too tight
with options where to spend the night
with a poem or with a lover
things from both to discover ….
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