The Simple Pleasures - Poem by Stan Petrovich
The supple pleasures of taking you into
My arms, and squeezing the breath from you nostrils;
Like a tornado of health, you carry me away.
We had frolicked in the seashore, the foam to our knees;
We had squinted in a thousand sunsets on flowery slopes;
We had enticed one another into crazy motions, swinging in delight.
Now there is cheese on the table, lukewarm & ready to taste.
But I would fain taste your buds, ever so warm & ripe
As any a cheese could one day become.
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