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As Yet Due You
by Philip F De Pinto
The soft insinuation
Of love speak
As yet due you
A plethora
Welled up in me
Beg release
I want to cry
Lob a tear
Over to your side of the net
Save I belong
To a species estranged
From eyes
Or cheeks to dampen
Or mouths
To laud love's song
Atypical orifices
To me belong
None of which are
Olfactory
To entertain love's scent
Another place
Another time
I may have been graced with these
Thus would have had lips
As yet donning the soft breezes
Of your kisses
The all of which have fled west
To garland other lips
And the first straw which was love
And the last which the light perched on my hand
Held in its beak
Which I plead the light to release
Though it had nest to shore up
And fledglings to feed
Heeded not plea
Boasting no such articles
Of ears to heed
My own need to shore up
From the plethora
Welled up in me
The soft insinuation
Of love speak
Of another place
And time
When you were
Of a species as yet
Estranged from eyes to sob
To lob one back
To my side
of the net
07/19/2013 Posted on 07/19/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/19/13 at 02:08 PM Beautiful piece of writing Phil. Love the way it dances down the page. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/19/13 at 08:06 PM Lovely Philip, just lovely! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/19/13 at 09:07 PM Lobbing a thank you your way for this touching piece, flowing like honey, and full. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 07/21/13 at 04:25 AM Of another place
And time
When you were
Of a species as yet
Estranged from eyes to sob
Choking on this still |
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