FEAR is a bridge
of egg shells
below boiling
yoke’s tears
the mighty
weightlessness
of delightful love
kisses you and all is
as when landscapes
are within mountainous
hearts, dear —
with each fear or tear
or bare hands or gloves
love is love and
his and hers, a rumor:
rolls across the land
into my mind
and wishing your room
is large enough for
my truth and yours!
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 