Your neck, such a slender mast,
from which your head dangles, suspended.
In the void, your body cries out to me,
Implores me to breathe life into your open mouth,
The fragile syllables of my longing.
A. E. I. O. U.
My tears are human but my heart is angelic
and I love you any way ~~ As
is a child cradled within your arms.
His head a shadow against the dark expanse of your chest,
Eyes sightless, hands bereft of grasp.
Your body pleads with me,
To offer My life as a vow.
When rain comes it makes me sweat
when the moon comes out i love you
like yesterday ~~ so come on
it’s not like when i tell the truth
i make lies____but when we go would you
have the guts to say you don’t love me
like you loved me yesterday_______.
And I love you like yesterday.
:: 05.24.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 