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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