The Essence of Love: A Series of Questions #2
When you say you love me,what is it that you really mean?
Is it that you want to engage
in a purely biological interaction
with long-term sociological repercussions
based on diplomatic politically correct discussions?
After all, we both have differing intellects:
I, idealistic romantic, passionate and sublime --
You, pragmatic, idiosyncratic, amoralist who wrecks
the beauty of one's darling dreams in just a moment's time.
Am I what you will want as we are older, grey
or you may want to try anew some new ground to break
when you have plowed my furrows long, and longer play
your little games, you say my name, but for your sake?
Will I be just your dumping ground to satisfy an urge
a depositee as autopay, viagara, enzyte fed
a hollow place to park the shaft
where willing ones should merge
unlike your promise: honor, love,
and something else you said. . .
it sounded like you said obey--
but that won't work – not me, no way!
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-03-28 at 05:05
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