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As I Sit Here Singing An Old Love Song

by Tony Whitaker

Smiling, my mind
wanders on its own
as I sit here singing
an old love song

All those girls and nights
a lone time gone
anticipation and the moment
or going home alone

A headstone at midnight
the soft new grass
making love as I look up
and reading who passed

Now“a cold girl will kill you
in a darkened room…”
but want a night to remember?
make love on a tomb


Author's Note: Something from the warped side of me.

Posted on 08/19/2007
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 08/19/07 at 11:13 PM

Yikes! Well, not what I expected, but i like it.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/20/07 at 02:46 AM

OK, the creepies are out today in more than one poem - yes, I would say all senses would be fully awake making love on a tomb. Ha!!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/24/07 at 07:16 PM

Hey, what a way to ridicule death! The tomb could be lonliness or rejection or any number of those darker moments we scare away with the making of love.

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