John Lawless Poet I do not know?

In the Arms of Antiquity

In The Arms of Antiquity

At our age
people make faces
when we talk
of love making,
as if the thought
is too bizarre
to entertain.
Were it not
for people
our age
making love
there would be
no people
your age
to make love.
So we must leave,
seek comfort
in old and secret
places,
seek solace
in the arms
of antiquity’s
joy,
return to the
wonder, lust,
and jubilation
of love’s
most ancient
promise,
to be truly
everlasting,
to outlive
its need for
passion’s promise,
to walk
hand in hand
and make love
amid its
dreams.


John G. Lawless
10/24/2014

for Justin Bordner contest
Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place

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Maurice Yvonne October 25, 2014 at 5:00 AM This is a stunning write. I love its construction its brevity, how it rings in my ears. Great poem John.