Dew-EAR (yes dear) my love so sweetly awaits
the first burst of light and too, my heart
it comes today; a morning greeting
i should be there with the bee
spreading harmony-honey
across the empty horizon.
Oh! Again that cry!
Some forgotten monsters
making love inside a dying
soul’s mind.
They let out that shrieking
last cry while consummating
love.
:: 01-24-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 