April 2, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS – XXIIII

By EPRobles

just love-
no hope    or harm
a splendid death
luscious little
a tongue bit

orchestra   play close    to me!

desire came last
night — a fearless fire
that mystical touch did you
and now i am not here longer
a balloon rose burst

and queer —
time and space between
no fear     it has died
in place   the kiss
that love gives

:: 04-01-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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