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That Amazing Tool
by Philip F De Pinto
what became
that amazing tool
your naivete
and mine
which we gulped like brandywine?
lass
the shame
we felt
when zephyr on steroids
blew the lid off our faces
which lay back like capons under glass
and beheld a ceiling as yet to fissure
what became the spasm of facade and feeling
of marching backwards not in singular file but couplet
and letting not acts
do the work for us
nor contrition
hey
what became
the fog which rolled in
the many layers
to conceal your face
which I would peel
in order to cop a feel
of what you were thinking presently
way back in the sanctuary
the holy of holies of that face
and you've too a lovely a brain
not to cop a feel
too lovely a seat
for fingers not to play
musical chairs
hey
again
what became
the fog
on the yule
the amazing tool
your naivete and mine
if only we could our making sense
roll back to non
we could our hearts rewind
that heaven and foolishness would not be spent
if Regina and Roi
would revert back
to common boy and girl
if they could steps retrace
to that starting gate and place
where two cameos
two profiles beating like drummer boy
drum rolled down the track when the shot rang out
in case you didn't know
there are no winners in love
or losers
only a photo finish
if we could but reconstitute the peel
rewind the core back to the rind
we'd still be anticipating
the heart heaven set to beating
if only we could re-couple hands we once held
they would still be melded
still be a clutch of ten digits
not five
if only we had not
shirked our amazing tool
our naivete
if only we could shrink
beat back adult features
to their play pen
fun and games would still dole out
not shouting matches
to strike fear in hearts
and set good byes to blazing
01/17/2013 Posted on 01/17/2013
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