August 21, 2024

A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXVIII

By EPRobles

COME here —
slay time for love
stay near, if be
while my heart
quietly bleeds
No soul bids
death as
reward, dear!
So, come here
if not, then near,
so I can smell
your heavenly skin
all the while
I gently bleed
And, I should go
into that night
alone all the while
my heart gently bleeds!

:: 08.21.2024 ::

About EPRobles

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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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