My Stolen Nights Poem by me poet yeps poet
My Stolen Nights
All my neurons are
slipping away
hold-on to yours
miserable lonely
distanced nights
will soon fly away
what expectations next
ask privately
your Spiritual Masters
who will then ask
their secretly hidden
GODS
Nice night version of love
contained in your limp poetry
lifelessly oozing from
ALL YE
though I had a different version
of expectation
of your night conversation
I anticipated gals and guys
going around red Corona
tracking kissing laughing
come over enjoy with me
this distancing
is now life un-abling
why only by pass me
I am over eighty
to enjoy my off beat poetry
(no more mighty)
you all may continue
to read
even Silently
virus can not snatch thee
from
POET in Me
I AM CORONA still FREE
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5/5/2024 7:45:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Don't you worry, no virus is going to stop the hot and sweaty impulses of human desires, of mans seedy wet dreams or the thirst for words to be made flesh in verse. The night can steal but it cant keep the burning of mans virus yearning. Hot Corona yum.