Unspoiled memories
preserved in a canny mind,
in a container with sweetness
it is lined
Filled with the love
and beauty
of time,
all the ingredients are fresh
and prime
I wonder who'll
be next in line,
to help me fill
this container
of mine
I don't need any men
to be too corny
or cute,
I don't want to see
your birthday suit,
I'm not storing
hanging fruit
For you women
that'll be fine,
when it comes to you
it'll be hard
when I lay it
on the line
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Author:
Desertwind (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2022 00:17
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Comments3
what a great read
but that first stanza, still shines supreme
that, stanza!
is just lines of pure distilled, poetic brilliance..
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Thank you very much for the comment and like . I was putting a little humor in there with it .
Yes! I love this analogy of memories being stored in a container. Very creative and your sentiments couldn't be truer. Well done!
Thanks for the comment and like, I appreciate it , very much.
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