THE MOURNING AFTER LOVE

Just a cause by the way.

She awoke at midnight; white was the window
beyond blue slumber of moon-soaked bare
asses, drenched years pass of vision’s veils of /Sundays
she dreamed of red — her nose bled:

enjoying a message in a bottle
oh a message in a bottle yea
from hundreds of years ago

Enjoy in God and be weak and chaste
a burgeoning love upon the waves
she thirsted day and night — wishing someone might get
her message in a bottle //

Writing filthy angonies
toward divine labor that warps a world
she said, “the mourning after love, then the sadness.”

:: 02.07.2022 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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