OH what desire my soul-partner is today
always today as any day forever
(I hope she stays) that fire
On the wet walk of life she still burns
through life’s ice ages and tsunamis
and that broken ageless disaster
— a falling out of fantasy from
time – to – time (it comes)
I desire she admits our desire acquits
the crime of lust and love and anger
bit my tongue and I bled she kissed
(drank it) and filled our hearts
The red rose in the room smelled
assault of heart and love-fought
The bee queen saved her delicate sting
I sucked it and savored her tips
Honey is a golden soul that drips
s l o w l y upon my broken knees
Her running rain across my ancient
nameless country of man-chest
she climbed the peak and pierced
herself upon the snow-gods of lust
Springtime flooded the valley down
where sweet little souls grow
And I, oh you, we go picking berries
figural of hearts we touch-pluck
and squeeze between our canine teeth
beauty bleeds sweetly when in love
:: 07-17-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 