PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As it stands, it is useless to

dwell

on such things as

a kiss

There is someone walking the

ocean

preferably, at this midnight hour

She is not Maria

but close enough

Anyhow, what are names

except lettered words in

which we utter in pure desperation

You know of this.

You know of my travels.

More women then there are continents.

30,000 miles in less then two years,

and you ought to know the

extent I go to for a crusade

The love thing.

mm.

yes.

the love thing.



I move in a formal way,

never quite erotic

though some fancy me as

a whim of the the wind

I cannot deny, nor confirm the

idea you have of me



I merely move.