Friday, March 1, 2013

MY LONGING

my longing is fresh

as that first touch of a breast


and the stomach spinning in the gut

and high-headedness


beyond drugs and dislocation


that juvenile weakness of the knees

like childish first love


my love how do you take me back so?


me old and tired and so done with it

yet sometimes you'll make a liar of me


and I'll tumble like a young fool


not too much different than an old one

but for all the mileage and the heartbreak and yet


there we are...fools for love...and glad of it...




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