A blossom of heart
a brain of red storm
that soars in swarms
of indistinct dreams
holding frail fingers
of silver nails
writing two charming
words:
“loving you”
And within the scene
of heavy hair where
dew falls my trembling
fingers wander
wide blue skies of
kisses bathing jumbles
of blooming flowers
merci, interrupted by
trembling and saliva
whispering resumptions
on the lips or desire
for kisses___
A soul rising and dying
that constant desire
to weep in gray indolences.
:: 02.14.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 