Robert J Meyer Poems

Chaucer did it
So did Dante
I will crib it
And I shan't pay
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He spied.
She sighed,
Then cried.
She lied.
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For whom does this passion end?
From what height does fall
This apathy to inertia
Smudged slowly
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Albatica,
Mujer bonita,
She who graces the forest in the clouds,
Mi quieracita –
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Sparkling like Columbia’s living jewels
Just below the froth of the current
Beyond reach,
Her eyes bespeak an ancient Bering crossing –
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And as she stood
A hot breath
Like warm, scented oil
Blossomed behind her ear
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She tickles the edge of my dreams
No pacific moment
As I lay staring into the night
Looking for her
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The antecedent was respect.
Admiration came before.
There was a precedent of desire.
Previously, curiosity.
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The smoke rises from my cigarette
Sitting in the ashtray
Surrounded by the detritus of earlier musings,
I shuffle through scraps of paper
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She closes the door and drops her purse on the table.
She removes the veil.
She looks one more time at the photo on the wall by the lamp
Of the one she had just returned from burying
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