My Lips are Two Needles

My lips are two needles
sewing moments of Voices
that laugh, scream, and cry

Alas, until the jewelled joy of birds
echo as Ecstasy survives like the mourning
dew as rapturous angelic wings; we cry.

THERE is a fire:  it is within all things.
As all which yearn as mating moods like Spring;
It is not the devil within the details but
joy and perfect passion which smells as
young women who walk beneath a summer sun.

/and pity those thrust-minded thrilling things
who yet have to go around again within a ring
called life;  divine a fathomed tenderness
of those who do not see or hear . . .
those who have no choice but rummaging through

:: 10-31-2017 ::
:: 11.20.2022 ::

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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