Timely find. Written in August of 1983, a poem by my friend JR, who is now happily married with a wonderful family, living and teaching in Sacramento. In 1983, however, he is a poetic young philosopher, who wrote
"Love of a Scorpio"
Do you know the rains of November?
I love you like that.
Do you know the chill of December?
I love you like that!
When the dead leaves of Autumn
Touch you black.
I love you like that,
I love you like that.
JR sat at the feet of my philosopher boyfriend (the one I dumped for the no good head thumping one), so to speak. Once upon a time, we were all good friends, and had good times. He's one of the people I found again. Sometimes I get lucky.
"Love of a Scorpio"
Do you know the rains of November?
I love you like that.
Do you know the chill of December?
I love you like that!
When the dead leaves of Autumn
Touch you black.
I love you like that,
I love you like that.
JR sat at the feet of my philosopher boyfriend (the one I dumped for the no good head thumping one), so to speak. Once upon a time, we were all good friends, and had good times. He's one of the people I found again. Sometimes I get lucky.
