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No One Will Ever Give You This Poem


by Darryl Price


and say did you know it was written just for
you? But I will. No one will walk up to
you on the busy street one day and say did

you know he loved you this much? But I'm telling you

now. What good

would a pyramid be or a hanging
garden or a starry night without your delightful creases capturing

the ripening songs in their own wondrous folds? I want

to be where you are. Not to travel not to

stand

before a charming place nor to be present where
you are not but always exactly where you are. What
good would it do flying in a car or on

the back of a horse or sleeping under an arousal

of spread leaves if

there was not your arm to

touch your hair to sift next to mine your face

to press up against? I get it now. That song.  

Nothing Compares.
How'd I ever come so close to this falling off the 

edge of a clearly unfocused notion of just one heart? A little

bit more and I'll be buzzing

to flying pieces like

the moment gone then I'll be becoming your poet from

a completely different angle and you'll still be living in
the same world as my love. Somebody please find her

and give her her poem. Do this for me. She

is the only true reason I still want to believe
in this dream of a world. Anyone can view our story for its

truth. I was once with her and without her. There

was no other way I could function. I know she
deserves only best love. Crack open this heart then and

eat what's left together. But that's for later. Right now

I just want you to know that these feelings still

exist in our time. May I never utter a false

word again but always keep her name where I am going.

 

 

 

 original version


No One Will Ever Give You This Poem

and say did you know it was written for 

you? But I will. No one will walk up to 
you on the street some day and say he loved 
you so. But I'm telling you now. What good


would a pyramid be or a hanging 
garden or a starry night without your 
delightful creases capturing the songs 
in their own wondrous folds? I want to be 
where you are. Not to travel not to stand


before a charming place nor to be present 
where you are not but always where you are. 
What good would it do flying in a car 
or on the back of a horse or sleeping 
under an arousal of spread leaves if


there was not your arm to touch your hair to 
sift next to me your face to press against? 
I get it now. That song. Nothing Compares. 
How'd I come up to this edge of notions? 
A little bit more and I'll be buzzing 

to pieces like a moment then I'll be 
becoming from a completely different 
angle and you'll be living still in 
the same world as my love. Somebody please 
find her and give her her poem. Do this


for me. She is the only reason I 
believe in this world. Anyone can view 
this story. I was once with her without 
her. There was no other way. I know she 
deserves real truth. Crack open this heart then


eat what's left together. But that's for later. 
Right now I just want you to know that 
these feelings exist in our time. May I 
never utter a false dream again but 
always keep your name where I am going.


 

(an original draft of many)

and say did you know it was written just for
you? But I will. No one will walk up to
you on the busy street one day and say did you know he loved
you so. But I'm telling you now.What good

would a pyramid be or a hanging
garden or a starry night without your
delightful creases capturing the ripening songs
in their own wondrous folds? I want to be
where you are. Not to travel not to stand

before a charming place nor to be present
where you are not but always exactly where you are.
What good would it do flying in a car
or on the back of a horse or sleeping
under an arousal of spread leaves if

there was not your arm to touch your hair to
sift next to mine your face to press up against?
I get it now. That song. Nothing Compares.
How'd I ever come so close to this edge of a clearly unfocused notion of one?
A little bit more and I'll be buzzing
  
to flying pieces like a moment gone then I'll be
becoming your poet from a completely different
angle and you'll still be living in
the same world as my love. Somebody please
find her and give her her poem. Do this

for me.She is the only true reason I still want to  
believe in the world. Anyone can view
this story for its truth. I was once with her and without
her. There was no other way I could function. I know she
deserves only best love. Crack open this heart then and

eat what's left together. But that's for later.
Right now I just want you to know that
these feelings still exist in our time. May I
never utter a false dream again but
always keep her name where I am going.
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