- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Don't tell me it is the Season
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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.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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LeBrozover 16 years agoThe trials and tribulations of relationships. You can feel it not just in the words but in their rhythm.
LeBrozover 16 years agoThe trials and tribulations of relationships. Tou can feel it not just in the words but in their rhythm.
steve porterover 18 years ago...from one sexy poet...sorry for the delay...but thanks.
