A POEM; SELECTION I, OF THE CURATION

Don’t ask me about love

“Why is love so illusive — How foolish can one man be?”

Gary Orphey
The Ineffable Writers’ Guild

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Photo by Nate Rayfield on Unsplash

You may ask me about the Ocean,

You can ask me about the sky;

You may ask me almost anything,

Even ask me to lie;

But don’t ask me, please don’t ask me –

About love.

You may ask me where I’m going,

You can ask me where I’ve been;

You may ask me if I’m staying,

Even ask me about my sin;

But don’t ask me, please don’t ask me –

About love.

I want to feel a lover's touch,

On my skin that will excite;

If you told me I’m in love with love,

You know you would be right;

I want to know and feel,

Loves magic within me;

As I wander through this world,

It’s still a mystery.

You may ask me for my money,

You can ask me to stop your pain;

You may ask me to please help you,

Over and over again;

But don’t ask me, please don’t ask me –

About love.

I try to understand,

As I lie awake at night;

I admit that I am puzzled,

When I see the morning light,

Why is love so illusive,

How foolish can one man be?

I find the world a lonely place;

And love an empty sea.

You may ask me about tomorrow,

You can ask me about today;

If you ask me real nicely,

I’ll tell you about yesterday;

Just don’t ask me, please don’t ask me –

About love.

Should you ask me about my sorrow,

Or ask me about my pain;

If you ask either one of those,

It only brings up love again;

So don’t ask me – I can’t tell you

About love

– The Texas Dog Poet

May the day beam Solarity upon You — dear Reader.

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Gary Orphey
The Ineffable Writers’ Guild

As an unrepentant poet I dig through the bone-pile of words left behind. With good fortune I resurrect them and they ascend for all to see.