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    Wayne Gray
  • Wayne Gray
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  • 04/13/2019
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Wayne's Poems - 2. Lust

I see you there.
I don't pretend this is more,
and that gives me strength.

You step near me.
Your eyes, question, but I'm sure.
How this ends I know.

This isn't love.
It doesn't mean that it's wrong.
Touch begets goosebumps.

You sigh, I smile.
I don't pretend this is more.
Tonight, we shall lust.

I don't know where it came from, but it wanted out.
Weird, strange, and unknown for me to do anything that doesn't rhyme. I... like it. Yes, I'm surprised.
Copyright © 2019 Wayne Gray; All Rights Reserved.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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1 minute ago, AC Benus said:

It's a good poem. Although you stayed away from rhyme, the structure of each stanza is precise. This precision lends a rigid backbone to a poem that is about free-flowing notions and emotions -- and I like that :) I think it really works here 

 

 

Wow.  Well, thank you, AC.  I appreciate your comment.  It means a lot coming from you.  🙂

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2 minutes ago, FanLit said:

Just as lust doesn’t need any more of a definition, neither does the rhythm of this poem, or any other that you write.

When your verse or verses resonate in the beat of your heart or the wave of a thought....there is your rhyme (and reason).

Nicely done.  :hug:

Thanks, Fanlit.  "Poetry" to me was something very specific growing up.  It had to rhyme.  Such is the way I was taught.

So it has taken until... well, now, for me to move beyond that.

I appreciate your thoughts.  Thank you, again.

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