A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
Oh, I can feel it grow
A total lack of control
A dark, single hole
No pulse, dead cold
A moment quite intense
Neither soft or dense
Complete loss of innocence
May I have the first dance?
Nevermind the guests
They bear no interest
In you, me or the rest
Eggs without a nest
Love’s a luxury I can’t afford
Specially when I’m bored
Volunteers? Come forward!
It’s you I’m aiming towards!
My poetry’s got imagery
It expresses love fiercely
If that’s not enough dear
There’s always the jewelery…
All Rights Reserved - 2008 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
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