Category Archives: #love

TRUE LOVE

MY DEAR!

this night is young
but i am ancient
in both flesh and
mind!

As fields older
than the dirt!
As winds slower
than God’s breath!

Oh! Thank you my love!
for your kisses!
And your tears too.
See? The flowers
have stronger stems now!

My oldest song!
My only true love.
We two are the oldest
;by life and love!

:: 12-08-2017 ::


Yearning Love

THAT i have hidden my flesh away
so no one touches it
i cannot hide the soul of me
without effort, it rises upon
its own

but the flesh speaks and yearns
to be with the remote love of you
there is nothing more to do
— it is sheltered.

And yet, aside from Soul the rest
is a noisy child wishing food
and i tell the child:
soon. soon.

:: 11-04-2017 ::


THERE ARE LARGE HEARTS AND SOME TINY FINGERS

there are large hearts and some
tiny Fingers clasping the
tender petals of teardrops
and if my own mouth large
it would taste and dare eat
the sun gloriously drenched
sanguine-golden promise

vertiginous and spiraling
like as when heads of daisies
by blue winded skies breath
twisting swaying in deep love
is how i think of you my love
is how i know i how’d is
this love more than art!

:: 09-26-2017 ::


THIS NIGHT THE WIND

this night the wind is speaking softly
to me as aloft as a feather never
touching the ground.

and my love is a distance away.

That love comes to me it comes
mainly at night; when night is
a determined Spirit as so Love.

So my love as we both endure
exhaust from growing emotions as
flowers from Spring and at times
flakes of brilliant snow in cold
moments it is your eternal
hands and heavenly fragance that
exceed all space and time.

It is we who desire to endure!

:: 09-15-2017 ::


YOU HAVE BECOME AND WERE ALWAYS

You have become and were
always the Spring within my
gentle heart.

As swans of emotions
gilded and silent
the moon as orchestra.

And numberless roses
who petals by kisses
gently fall upon lips.

Ours.

The divine within you
and within me a stupor
by love drunkenness.

Where once were broken
nerves are now nestled
eggs as warm with love.

Us.

:: 09-12-2017 ::


THE NIGHT’S PURSE

The last of a songbird’s notes have fallen into the night’s purse,
and you have known my dances are behind shadows where some of
me has hidden to heal or die.

It seems there are no truths but only dirt and tears and at last
the only remaining mouth that spills songs into hearts
and tender arms is yours my love.

Where we exist there are no stationary objects but a wide orbit
that entertains the unknowable; to feel the butterfly awaken
is an infinite joy stooped upon the vast spirals of our Cathedral.

This love, our love, is universal and eternal.

Forever yours!

:: 07-12-2017 ::


SOFT BREEZE SUMMERS

MOSTLY, as soft breeze summers
dance is when the world spins
for me, it is you that i
marvel; my most passionate
pasttime being with you
AND holding the hands that my
heart craves is like beautiful
flowers that dance in splendid
golden light my love!

:: 07-12-2017 ::
(c) 2017


Op. 1

a laughter sprung
out of Spring
measured by love
a burst-joy heart!
i dreamed //
i can not say
a Sparrow sang
but saw the trees
for the love
for the love of hearts
for the love of us!
…a laughter sprung!

:: 01-17-2015 ::


BELLS OF ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL LONDON

Bells of St Paul’s Cathedral
i love you
in a dreaming- slipping 
a w a y!
you take my soul with you
dreaming something unlike
my life which I never knew
my heart is a large mouth
but your notes too 
perfect for my plate!

:: 02-22-2015 ::


Lust & Love

Lust is the Animal
–>    &   <–
Love is the Soul

:: E.P. Robles ::