For One of the Barmaids at the Benson Brewery

Now, you, yourself, would have been
All I wanted once. My mind goes
Woozy looking into your gray eyes,
You turn and I appraise your body,
Lithe and lovely, I must say, and,
With the finger of my mind, I trace
The flawless lines of your enchanting,
Slightly hooking nose, your lips,
So wide, so ripe for kissing. Thirty
Years ago, I would have thrown away
Whatever I had brought with me
To be with you, and, like a hound,
I would have run you to the ground
And made you mine, but my legs
Aren't so supple now, and I get
Caught in cobwebs when I try to
Move. What could I lose? What
Do I not know that I should?
And, thus, though I do find you
Lovely, want you more than what
I have, I will not run you to the
Ground. I will not taste those
Luscious lips. I'll go back home
To what is certain, tell myself
As I decay that you, yourself,
Were not for me, and hope,
If you could call it that, that
What I thought I saw each
Time you turned to slyly
Look at me was meaningless.
You have someone. You'd
Rather I moved on.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-20 at 03:11

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