BLUE fluid drink flotsam
here___<> kiss me?
Love! — maker of my ocean
in that always beyond this
poem or any other written
whose body is afraid.
That is perfectly beautiful
as is — and never boasts
dead beauties as we share
love and kindness within
one heart. Jetsam.
Through and though
out of dark the earth
lives with or without you.
WERE (hopes) moon, sun, stars
and universe within my Soul.
for you and me and then them
will shy burning moments
of because:
each why.
:: 11.2.2021 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 