- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dying to Live
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Click hereThere’s no denying your lips
took me somewhere new,
soft little pecks
that held back just enough
to bend me backward
as I tried to push you forward.
I replay the squirm
a thousand times in my head
pulling, giving, pushing, taking
too little and then driving away.
I watched myself turn
down the opposite path
unsure if I’d see you again
or ever taste your tongue.
Later I mourned the dead
pieces of me left behind
in your truck
in your kisses
where I had come alive.
- COMMENTS
I love the final lines. They add a punch to an, otherwise, gentle poem.
Tess
There's a lot to work with here in terms of associating the moment with what may follow. I found the title, however, to be too much of a play on contrasting words and not all that powerful with the images in my mind that followed as I read the poem itself.