Introduction
Who says that funny poets can’t write deep and meaningful, beautifully romantic poetry...you be the judge!
My Phallic Lover
You're the train inside my tunnel
You're the finger in my glove
You're the gear stick in my gearbox
My god this must be love
You're the drill inside my cavity
You're the handle in my broom
The lead that fills my pencil
I'm your gate and you're my boom
You're the carrot in my crisper
You're the ladder to my loft
You're the pistol in my holster
Mind you don't go off!
You're the sword inside my scabbard
The sausage in my hotdog
You're the French stick in my basket
You're my snake and I'm your log
You're the eel that swims my waterhole
The utensil in my drawers
You're the cork that seals my bottle
Yes it's you that I adore
In my engine you're the piston
You're the toothpaste in my tube
The zucchini in my fettuccini
Oh I'm so in love with you
You're the rat inside my drainpipe
You're the log that burns my fire
The banana in my smoothie
Yes it's you that I desire
You're the bottle in my cooler
The plunger in my loo
Your torpedo fills my submarine
Yes my darling I love you
You are my phallic lover
We are a perfect fit
I'd like to do some things with you
If you'd be up to it?
So take me back to your place
And we can have some fun
It feels just right to hold you tight
As we two become as one.
Connie:
How true incompasses all-for true love is the shining brilliant diamond on the beach of life-it is very rare very special and shines ao brilliantly even in the lightest of lights. For me the true beauty in life is not how many breaths you take but are the moments that take breaths away. This poem is brilliantly written with so much meaning and symbolism. Thank you Connie for sharing your artistic beauty with me once again and please take care.
Regards,
Dave Richardson
5/07/2003