The Best Of A Kept Nonexistence Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Your depictions,
Can not be compared...
To the poets of ages passed.
They were...
Let's say,
Less obvious.
And more imaginative.

'And before the internet,
Texted messages to download...
With expressions made,
To make others upset...
Was not then a thought,
And one was spared...
From being humiliated and disrespected.'

There are still some of us,
Who have kept our social graces.

'But with you I must agree,
Today's reality is far more explicit...
Than creating a 'reality',
Times long gone...
Poets romanticized to blush tender eyes.
And were not criticized or censored,
For a passion that had been expressed,
Thought 'then' innocently addressed.'

~Her skin...
Velvet to touch.
And moist were his lips,
From a licking to taste...
Every inch where he laid,
His quivering tongue.~

'Today those passions,
Would be subjected to scrutiny...
By those with kept delusions,
Of how a past fantasized...
Depicts the best,
Of a kept nonexistence.
And how a life wished had been lived.'

Excuse me...
We can not allow our children,
To be exposed to hearing...
Such descriptive filth.
It makes me seek to do evil things.

~Okay.
Let me interpret this,
In a way you find today...
Less offensive.~

Oh please do. Please.

~Her skin...
Bared from head to toe.
And even though he had wicked intentions,
He went to the corner store...
To purchase mints.
Peppered to be meant.
In the hope that his kept lust,
Was kept fresh and scented.~

Oh my.
I'm having a 'flash'.

'Is that 'forward'?
Or 'back'?