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Testosterone Ain't Hormone Pollution
SEPTEMBER 11, 2011 3:37PM

Now Just Be, Together

Rate: 8 Flag

 

Now, don’t look

Don’t see at all

Don’t hear glass shatter

Don’t feel gray dust

Don’t smell the awful

Don’t taste harsh grit

 

Just don’t look

Don’t see things fall

Don’t hear the voices

Don’t feel sweat trickle

Don’t smell rank fear

Don’t taste the acrid

 

Please don’t look

Don’t see the posters

Don’t hear the thunder

Don’t feel the wounds

Don’t smell the candles

Don’t taste the people

 

Now, don’t look

Don’t see the void

Don’t hear rage call

Don’t feel hands absent

Don’t smell the burning

Don’t taste revenge

 

Now, just be

Just close your eyes

Just hear my heart

Just feel my face

Just smell my skin

Just taste my kiss

 

Just be, with me, together.

 

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I like your poem, MTN. All the "don'ts" are kind of a remembrance, and then it ends with the sweetness of the present.
Damn is right - and life goes on! Well said.
Damn is right - and life goes on! Well said.
Man Talk Now,

This is so beautiful. Thank you for posting your poetry.
Don't and just... very well put.r
This is lovely and what a fine ending, as clay ball put it: "the sweetness of the present."
Really, really, simply beautiful.
This was wonderful.

"Just taste me...." My tummy tingled with those words.