Not Love Poem by Kevin East

Not Love



Flowers of purple and blue
Swirl
Across a lonely meadow.
Unfurl
To a temptress sun
Scented
By heavenly magician.
Yet darling
That's not love.
Stars
A million years from reality
Burning their midnight lamps
For us tramps
To admire their riches.
Far beyond our mentality
That static ballet above.
But darling,
That's not love.
The sea
That rolls
With shoals of wonder.
Duets with awesome thunder.
Their opera of fear.
Before the moon does hypnotise
Before the skies
In sunset clear
Reveal
White solo dove.
Yet darling,
That's not love.
You
Lying in silver hue
Of romancing moon.
When aqua blue lagoon
Reflects your smile
- Dancing on the water
Chancing to beguile.
Your lips
Sweet scarlet
Wine to taste.
Vunerable
So gloriously unchaste.
All stardust from above.
My hand inside your glove.
Don't tell me
That's not love.

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