it’s raining but the ocean is still on fire.
With her peachy shore i am for the sea
and i think I know where to find her.
With a boat and an island that calls her name
swimming with her with a roll of surfboard
a windblown tourist all waiting for her
like myself ~~ a flayed lover
a void under the stars.
:: 06.19.2022 :
Beard [masked]
muffin pop stand
there’s something about sweet words!
E.P. Robles | Poetry 