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For One Smidgen Of Time
by Philip F De Pinto
for one smidgen of time
the poem was my girl ( one can presume of noble birth )
but the possession would not last
and my time and I suppose hers was suddenly up
and the ode was lost to me
like moisture is to an H2O bed
punctured by too acute meanderings
on the part of our combined salamander hearts
oh what infinite markings in the twains of our fecund brains
we may have measured
had I held on to her fine features ( or she held on to mine? )
an ode plucked from out of the blue
light district in which she was doing a bang up job
leaving one to sob the possibilities:
which could have in time thrown
my bony and her not so bony armature on the H2O bed
and meld our clays
to go along with our combined chimera hearts
and amaze one the other
if only she had remained fixed like
the pastel like star I gaze nightly upon
01/21/2013 Posted on 01/21/2013
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