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I Can Still Remember
by Philip F De Pinto
in my yet simmering head and heart how love feels
and felt in my depreciating hands
and I can still remember
how that same love slipped through those very hands
whose untimely departure
I am pining given the severity
of time has turned me double triple even quadruple amputee
and forgive me dear
if my love is in the December
of its years and appears Spartan
and crude and quite a bit austere
from the son of the rich flora and kind you are
accustomed to - which had you doing cartwheels
even dangling from chandeliers
and dear
I would go so far
as to say how oft it's missed its mark
and goof ball which is my heart still frozen on its tee
given one as overly mature
as I lack the drive these days to drive
it toward the far and distant fairways
as it would in those bygone days
of yesteryear - yes my dear - my love days
are numbered it seems as they lack the essential drive
hence the intense and necessary spark
to set off the fuse thus the dynamite of you! you! you!
and I would venture
further to say my love is misbegotten
in places even rotten
as that precise and princely stink in Denmark
01/18/2013 Author's Note: but there is always this persistent dream of comeback, comeback little Sheba which is my de-neutered love and if anyone can turn that love clock ticking forward, it is you and you and you always you. my love.
Posted on 01/18/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
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