The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Are We Talking Love?

She said I need too much.
Too much what?
Did she have enough of it to give?
What if I do need too much of it,
whatever it is?
I’ll take what I can get
like everybody else
who doesn’t have a choice.
What else can I do?
Forsaking measurements
which I never took,
supposing love,
I must use:
pulses, flutters, feather thoughts,
sighs and glances, brownie points,
feelies, trembles and other yeses,
and if there’s still time to kill,
let the need die


265 ®Copyright 1972 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.