Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved

72

Most of my love life's been given to
acquiescence.
But the essence of loving - the seed inbred
is the wanting to be with the one you love
And the feeding of the need that must be fed.

We lingered a lot in bed that week - a pair
of expatriate artists with jam on the spread;
We smoked cigarettes in our underwear
until all of the Austrian Herald Tribune
had been read.

What did we know of the proper forms of love?
Then it was magic - you could pretend
a friend was a lover who loved you when
you'd thirst for what you must have, in the
end.

St. Anton, AustriaMarch 1986