A Note Left on the Kitchen Counter
I won't write you poems with tricky rhymes
Or references to gods or foreign phrases
Only nerds would know, or gush about
The nature that is nice enough, but far from
Here, or ponder all those bigger questions
Stronger heads than mine attempt answer
(Though without success) . I'll speak to
You in simple terms, and strip away, as you
Have stripped, the clothing of superfluous
Politeness to pursue my point: I've never
Seen someone so lovely, clothed or naked,
Standing, prone, and never, or, at least,
Not lately, felt myself so overcome
With longing as I'm feeling now. I wish
You wouldn't go back home. I wish
You'd stay (and remain naked) . Poetry
Is art, I guess, but, in this instance, it's
Persuasion. I won't write a tricky rhyme.
I doubt I can. That's not my goal.
I'm asking only that I find you here
When I return.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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