I cried blood and tears
from across the room she held my eyes
with the same grip  tomorrow while i saw
tomorrow’s feelings–  with her mask of fake
feelings / angels and demons smelling her

Disarrayed — feeling the skin of her neck
like a strawberry and shape of the marks
of her soul i touched — and now the dogs
found her, to find her.  I dug the fiction
deep in prose-mud || yeah ||
  I am ashame to confess —
darkness touched my breasts like i do during
female masturbation (and the weather) inside
the disarray i colate emotion and animal feeling
  TOMORROW i count down to Mars and dance in
my soul test driving strong attraction for
love and science _ the spaceship thrust
it’s rockets making my nipples hard and aroused /
Where is the smell of lost ancient thoughts — to
find it — to find it “I said, I will not put on
my mask”heroically to the Starbucks employee like
Rosa Parks.

:: 06.30.2022 ::

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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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