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Are You
Still Alive
Working on
Slipping Into Spring,
Listening to
Dulfer and Stewart,
Out of somewhere
Comes the thought
About slipping into you,
Perhaps it’s the advancing
Full moon, or maybe because
I knew a girl named Spring in
My younger years, and so I argue
With my mind about rising above
Hormones, chemicals, basic instincts,
When the poet in me taps me on the
Shoulder, what in the hell is the
Matter with you,
She’s a gorgeous woman,
Morning, evening, anytime,
If she doesn’t trigger those thoughts,
If she doesn’t get muscles and members
Twitching and dancing,
Are
you still alive.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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