E.P. Robles | Poetry

i met a person who lives
inside the hearts of lovers
and eats away the dreams
and kicks away the flesh
of souls who are ruined
by that whispery touch

she is the queen of lust

the heart knew at first
when my hair stood up
and my feelings crashed
beyond the field of love

and the palms of my hands
swore you shall never be
a gallant man who holds
a love within your hands

and the swamp churned
alligator danced too
as i walked my way
to the house of Eros

Now you are warned my friend!
she has a suitcase in hand
and the only time you’ll be
safe is when she’s away

God only knows if i won!

And now i stay inside
when the sun goes down
holding dearly to life
and all religious things

rosary, cross and heart

she is the queen of lust
and i cried, “mother,
you told me not to do
what you’ve done!  Stay
upon the course of life
and not in the field
where lust runs wildly.”

Well, i was warned
and the Earth sang
to me dear man,
the swamp churns
alligator and mud
and you are sweet
that ingredient
between the rising
sun and death lust

And God, who won?
only within the house
of Eros will you know

:: 10-01-2014 ::