I swear winds are touching
why why
how many fingers
touching me
and if love is a skeleton
of death
OR, if anybody ever opened
an unread letter

like in ME
i am not

oh if it’s a kind’a thought
happy maybe not thinking
can lovers kiss in anger
a ship tied to a dock
an ease you can think
you take our love away
but not from me

we(i)WHERE_when gold invents
weDon’t you take your love
away from me
who’s myself’s brilliant
heart: like dreams carry
paint brushes swatching
life in color of my mouth

no Less than(that
by bent(me?)knees
busy ghost lies in
all our weakenss
so i u nderstand
dumpSleep dumbDeep
squirmLove leaving me

:: 08-03-2015 ::

About EPRobles

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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