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Two For The Road
by Philip F De Pinto
I
In the annals of fever never
Was witnessed so hasty
A retreat and clever
What lacked for inch or foot
As never clung to root
What never stood upright fell
Post the love spree
Sleep walking on a wire
What all its life never lived higher
Than two flights up fell three
You again I never saw
In the wake of your essence linger
In the crevices of its spell
Roil and pose a question to a ring less finger
When is love permit from a dry well
To draw what is contrary to its law
And sate what dewy fate has made thirsty
II
Nearly approaching sighs
Anything that crawls or flies
Betwixt your thighs
None of which to milk applies
Sunset is for all a wet nurse
And grasses appear to be content in all ways
Never once while strolling in the field
Did I hear one single blade yield
To glee or melancholy or curse
Its green existence quite unlike the blue clays
Of which man is made unwise
And cracked or hardened by a sunrise
12/28/2013 Author's Note: for c.c.
Posted on 12/28/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 12/30/13 at 04:09 AM These lines make me love poetry:
"Nearly approaching sighs
Anything that crawls or flies
Betwixt your thighs
None of which to milk applies"
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/19/14 at 02:09 PM Genius and madness nicely mixed together. Love how numbering the stanzas reflects the title. Travelling down your road Phil means always expect the unexpected, and pleasantly so. |
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