robert seminara Poems

The widest valley could be filled
with whats between us.
I lied.
You lied better.
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I think love is cheap these days.
I'm always in it.
The old ones, the ones I've already loved
Are coming around again.
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I never see my son.
His mother had him since 3
I had my own problems.
Still do.
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Idiocy out for a stroll
Me benched, amazed at his gait.
I get up and go his way.
Sudden urges creep in and make their home in me.
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I remember when I was three.
Can you?
For me it's easy.
My parents stopped being mommy and daddy that year.
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God was alone in a room with the universe at his feet.

He would receive no callers that day.
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i could do all of those things you like, tell you i love you when I make you come.
i could do more. Its not going to be enough to hold you.
i could touch your body in the way you love the most.
its not enough.
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I've never hungered like this before.
The word, Euphamisticly cynical, and accurate all at once.

To hunger, the way darkness hungers for darkness, and the ego a stage.
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