if i lie within my bed of pain
let’s call her death
and my sheets i’ve woven
entwined in dreams of youth
that i took your breasts
within my mouth i weep!
and to see how life expands
into a thin string of weakness
and of your-heart and smile
too i’ve seen thinly die
i ate the dreams
from your mouth and arguments
are stupid things spectral ghosts
of hungry love!
but your eyes and lips and hands
are just as ghostly to my heart
as years that creep away and
so do you!
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 