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The Dugout
by Elizabeth SeagoYou could see the whole sky from there
Lying in your arms.
The view surely enhanced by your embrace.
No one could hear us fooling,
Or see that look upon your face
The one that made me weak with just a glance.
I'll tell you now what I told them then,
I'm not too sure about this love thing.
And you tell me now what you told them then,
Your a bit weary of the heartbreak it brings.
We resist temptation and
Decline to use
The condoms we were given earlier that evening
In hopes of strenthening this connection.
Oh, but darlin'
We could sell the love we'd make.
We'd be millionares.
We could sell the love we'd make.
Up above the stars.
We could sell the love we'd make.
There'd be lines down the street.
We could sell the love we'd make.
Rough under the stars. 03/21/2008 Posted on 03/21/2008
Copyright © 2025 Elizabeth Seago
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/21/08 at 11:18 PM Very nice. I especially like the last stanza with it's very fresh, lyrical approach. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 03/23/08 at 01:09 AM this felt like two dizzying poems in one swirling sky...both obviously inspired by the same skin burning affections. it's fun to think we could price our romances at ridiculous figures because no one else out there could possibly be feeling the same about someone else. not having sex always makes the moment more interesting and open to possibility. it's what you do when you're not doing the obvious that makes you what you are. some slick lines in this one...the last stanza is the prize winner. |
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