Then a little, my bit of space. That my heart is the boundless country
with open joy and mind, you are a tallest roof with steeple’d tears.
The taste, bring me sweet my love and salt. No wounds but healing thoughts.
Love you you love
You kiss kiss you
We hug.
Laugh and sleep to awaken again
Together as always as together.
Us.
:: 08-23-2017 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 