02-17-2015, 10:05 PM
Love is just a word I use to complicate my life…
I love my dog, my cat, my coat, and for a while my wife.
I loved them all, and told them so, but recently I find
that loving you is different…I love you for your mind.
Your breasts that first attracted me no longer hold much sway;
the woosh I felt as you walked by, those golden legs, that free-range lay,
the perfume puff from every nook, the sweat that stung our eyes,
your warm and moisture-laden breath, that other kiss between soft thighs…
all is of such passing worth, if love is what we feel.
When words become the passion, then the thought of love is real.
Surprised, you stop…you hear your heart, you listen for that voice,
the one that poets tell you takes away all will, all choice.
But only images float by, of sex and sun and sex;
Funny, now I’m growing old, I think I love my Ex.
Tectak
2015
I love my dog, my cat, my coat, and for a while my wife.
I loved them all, and told them so, but recently I find
that loving you is different…I love you for your mind.
Your breasts that first attracted me no longer hold much sway;
the woosh I felt as you walked by, those golden legs, that free-range lay,
the perfume puff from every nook, the sweat that stung our eyes,
your warm and moisture-laden breath, that other kiss between soft thighs…
all is of such passing worth, if love is what we feel.
When words become the passion, then the thought of love is real.
Surprised, you stop…you hear your heart, you listen for that voice,
the one that poets tell you takes away all will, all choice.
But only images float by, of sex and sun and sex;
Funny, now I’m growing old, I think I love my Ex.
Tectak
2015
The contra is depressing.