Peter S. Quinn Poems

Anything personal
seems elsewhere

no tingling nerves
...

between ourselves
were adventures
on childhood lawns
and grasses
...

fragile is nature
the grass
altogether yellow
...

Falling in love with love,
There's nothing like this,
Become like someone you love,
Is what I hope for and miss.
...

The present time

a purring cat
and a Modigliani print
...

Tangible flexes
again in spring time

photograph moments
...

There is a reason to give and to go
All of the temptations of every each
The fingers that smoothly feeling will teach
And give every touch their intimate first glow
...

lover's tattoos
flat-black darts

made in years
...

we are
crossed stars
of time
...