{ pathetic.org }


by George Hoerner

all I know
Isn’t really much
I have few desires

I’ve been with
Enough women
Who’ve treated me well

There is still one
I’ve thought of
The most

I’ve never
Been with
Never spent
a night with

Only my lips
Still recall
Those late evenings

When lips knew
What they were
Made for


Posted on 06/29/2016
Copyright © 2020 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/30/16 at 12:16 PM

I think George, your poem illustrates you know more than most and the much of which you are fortunate to know, includes love, requited or not is still love exemplified.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/30/16 at 08:34 PM

A nice walk down memory lane to those last two great stanzas. The meeting of two sets of lips can be pure magic. Thanks for the reminder.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/01/16 at 06:24 PM

I know just such a magician, whose lips set me and my soul afire in the way back when. I have often wondered if, in further pursuit of more than a kiss, I dimmed the efflorescence which was that kiss and that lady. Your poems, George, always set me to wondering.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/02/16 at 04:53 PM

Well put George. Think we all have a lady like that.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/09/20 at 01:52 PM

Congrats on POTD, George.

Return to the Previous Page

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2020 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)