Entwined by words
like birch
and love grew fast-
growingly with thin
life — and peeling
bearing catkin
The formal punishment
which my heart was
flogged with bundles
of your love twigs
and touching you
i say(i knew Spring,
and hot nights)”we
might have gone further
beyond the dead end road
where there was something
i held in my hand just
for you — my heart”
that bulgily world of
the round mind of
mistaken fantasy
(p
laced __flatly
)<vastly and particularly>
alive undeluded
in my mind and heart:
still i love you dear
and forever still
beyond the last star
burning that fades
i am always there.
:: 07-30-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 