Poem For Beverly Poem by Darryl Alfred Levey

1.
i sit down next to her
& our toes begin a love dance

i think
how beautiful
her dark smile
her brown skin
& i touch her arms
her belly
our legs touch
& i realize i
want to see my white hand
on her dark breasts
and i cant do it

i try but my eyes
disappear
& all i can see
is beverly, beverly
tired & laying next to me

i get very confused
i dont really want to do
anything but be next to her

my hand touching
the small of her back

i cant do anything
except think love thoughts
to her & flash lights in my
head & wonder if she can
hear me loving her

2
in the 9 dimensional
collapseable universe
waiting for some one to
do it

i ask her what
she really wants

she knows!

she wants security

& i am so old and silly
in my need
i tell her the truth