- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Where Do Poems Come From?
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Hi...
How are you after ALL that?
Good.
Me?
Oh, I sit and contemplate it all.
(You know me...)
No, you're right...I do see the bud.
BUD!?
(OH, shit !-
I feel a chill in the air!
I DO hope the poor little rose survives the winter...
OK, FUCK!
Here we go--
"AND the berries will freeze!
AND the cornflowers will turn to dust!
AND...and...the running creek will ice!!
TAKE my hand!
LEAVE this lonely place!
RUN with me alongside chilling lakes
To watch our breath
As closely as you would watch your own.
(I kiss your full, moist lips now)
Warm with me alongside the campfire
Beneath those torn sheets
Where we make our Love!
Smell our souls as they combine
And Burst! into smoky flames
Beneath God's stars,
Beckoning warmer times -
Eons since past -
When love danced in natural rhyme
Between butterflies and summer songs.
There, it forever floats -
In my heart and mind -
Lackadaisical, on warm spring winds,
For all of time.")
Ugh!!
I'm back!
NO, NO, I'm still here!
I'm okay, really!
"No worse for the wear."
I'm glad you've decompressed, too.
Goodnight, my
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