a rough full-contact love

a rough full-contact love

A Poem by Philip Gaber

A Rough Full-Contact Love  I always seem to be craning my neck to get a better view of life.  I always seem to be motioning my fingers toward a destination unknown.  I always seem to be sticking out my tongue in the middle of snowstorms whenever I have a fever to lower my body temperature by a couple of degrees.  I always seem to be hooking opposing index fingers into the corners of my mouth in an attempt to stretch my cheeks beyond their limit.  I always seem to be on the ve

I always seem to be craning my neck

to get a better view of life.


I always seem to be motioning my fingers

toward a destination unknown.


I always seem to be sticking out my tongue

in the middle of snowstorms whenever I

have a fever to lower my

body temperature by a couple of degrees.


I always seem to be hooking opposing index fingers

into the corners of my mouth

in an attempt to stretch my

cheeks beyond their limit.


I always seem to be on the verge of

something terrific like becoming employed again.


I always seem to be thinking up new ways of kissing;

I’ve perfected a technique whereby I follow through

by brushing up against your incisors with my

lower lip and flicking the nerve linked to your

throat muscle with the tip of my tongue.


I always seem to be mentioning your name

in mixed company while I’m in the middle

of introducing myself to strangers.


I always seem to be power-walking

on tightropes made of eggshells

whenever I’m beating off around your bush.


I always seem to be going this-a-way,

that-a-way, and ending up in Piscataway and

I always seem to be able

to stop my love on a dime.

© 2024 Philip Gaber


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Not a fan of kissing after Covid.
Remember the lyrics to Purple Haze?
Was it, "Excuse me while I kiss the sky"
Or was it, "Excuse me while I kiss this guy".
I like writing that inspires me.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Philip Gaber

1 Month Ago

Right on, baby.
GlendaK

1 Month Ago

That was Lynyrd Skynyrd. It came to me when I read your item here. I figure this might be love to yo.. read more
Philip Gaber

1 Month Ago

I got it, baby. I know more than a little.

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Philip Gaber
Philip Gaber

Charlotte, NC



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