For Linda
Wait to see how things evolve. The two of us
Have gotten old. I will not speak for me,
But I can tell you that that stunning beauty,
With which you once slew the boys, is there.
I see it even now, and when I poke, the careful
Surgeon, underneath the hard veneer of
Bitterness that you've developed after rotten
Lovers, grabby bosses, cousins, I can find
An unacknowledged tenderness, which sinks,
Like acid, into me. If you would like to stay
The night, you can. I'll treat you like a queen,
But if you'd rather go back home, I'll understand,
Though, rest assured, this geezer knows what
He has found, and will not turn away.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-08-02 at 02:54
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We don't have to go to bed tonight. We canWait to see how things evolve. The two of us
Have gotten old. I will not speak for me,
But I can tell you that that stunning beauty,
With which you once slew the boys, is there.
I see it even now, and when I poke, the careful
Surgeon, underneath the hard veneer of
Bitterness that you've developed after rotten
Lovers, grabby bosses, cousins, I can find
An unacknowledged tenderness, which sinks,
Like acid, into me. If you would like to stay
The night, you can. I'll treat you like a queen,
But if you'd rather go back home, I'll understand,
Though, rest assured, this geezer knows what
He has found, and will not turn away.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 124 times
Written on 2019-08-02 at 02:54
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