If life would allow me ‘yes’ a garden from my heart-soil
would grow beyond sky.
Yellow-green blades swaying in step with that hidden song
twirling notes and trumping bass and lay between smooth thigh
nature scents caressing soul.
Life hunger betrayed too long.
Phantasmagoric nature reveal tulips upon a man-vessel bare
undulating passion melting there; if life would allow me yes
a farmer beating plowshare
be toiling in your fields
the harvest of a lifetime
if life would allow me ‘yes.’
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 