The Poet and the Practical Woman

Not naked on a shell upon the ocean,
Angels next to her, my love, in jeans
And simple shirt, bent over,
Reappeared to me. “Oh, Aphrodite!,”
I exclaimed, and, she, though
Clearly pleased to see me, smiled
Without comprehension, blinked,
And answered, “What?”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-12 at 21:33

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