1.
i sit down next to her
& our toes begin a love dance
i think
how beautiful
her dark smile
her brown skin
& i touch her arms
her belly
our legs touch
& i realize i
want to see my white hand
on her dark breasts
and i cant do it
i try but my eyes
disappear
& all i can see
is beverly, beverly
tired & laying next to me
i get very confused
i dont really want to do
anything but be next to her
my hand touching
the small of her back
i cant do anything
except think love thoughts
to her & flash lights in my
head & wonder if she can
hear me loving her
2
in the 9 dimensional
collapseable universe
waiting for some one to
do it
i ask her what
she really wants
she knows!
she wants security
& i am so old and silly
in my need
i tell her the truth
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It seems to be a 'love' poem with consequences and he lays them all there and though it seems not directly to her but directly to him, the accomplishment still stands erect.
I feel this is lovely, with all sentiment and regret.
A good piece that Levy has written here.
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