D. E. Kern is a writer from Bethlehem, Pa. His poems and fiction have appeared in Limestone, Nude Bruce Review, Reed Magazine, and the Wilderness House Literary Review, among others. He teaches English at Arizona Western College. His website:
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I have often said I do not write love poems.
It’s because I find them tired, a convenient
squander of these thrift-store words best used
for decoding a world that leaves me confused,
at a loss to explain this host of hollow men.
So I do not often care to deal with love poems.
I consider affections among the pearls we choose,
a rarity best cultivated by right and proper actions
not cheap sentiment pronounced fast and loose.
I imagine it’s the verbs that build a happy home:
laughing before bed and you tickling my palm.
I’d mention those things if I were to write love poems.
Rest assured I cannot compose a simple ruse,
some magic words to provoke your many charms.
It is ingrained within my nature to refuse.
Such idle words are nothing more than foam
left to rupture on the beach, rendered obtuse.
The language is the trouble with these love poems.
I could never find sufficient words to choose.
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