That slipper from a night
I found upon my doorstep
So elegant thou foot be
That I should die to know
the rest of you jewel-eye
Mystery woman of night
I fall to deep dreams
and die each heart-beat
Come to me woman
there within your garden
eternally I shall always wait
:: 03-01-2014 ::
LOVER I had the perfect
love poem within my heart
but the moment I began to write
I suffered a complete breakdown
and my hand shook in deepest passion
it was that fire within that burned
and my writing paper consumed
and pencil took flame like a candle
but the words I have upon my lips
and I shall give them to you tonight
one syllable at a time between kisses
:: 02-25-2014 ::
(c) ep robles 2012
exquisite is that thing
— a feeling
heavy but soft
and light as air
all in one
but more than so
a thing seldom
called ‘oh’
‘oh’ is a good taste
like cherry but smells
like a thorn less rose
to see ‘oh’ one must
be in throe —
the throe of ‘oh’
is so delightful
is but a glimpse
of ‘oh-oh’…
but i digress —
the lucky know
:: 02-14-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
a long time ago
a certain place
in a peculiar time
a naive notion
we danced in hand
and cursed the time
that moves across life
two lovers kissed by love
but if i ever live to see
such a love again in life
i will run toward Hades
that fire burns less than you
someone like you so intense
touched me across the land
beyond the surface or air
and grabbed my soul so tight
and you spoke candy words
to this gentle soul inside
i wanted to believe in you
but you decided to lie instead
and if I ever live to see
such a love again in life
I will run toward Hades
such a fire is cooler than you
:: 02-11-2014 ::
(c) E.P. Robles 2012
IN the washed moonlit night
beneath an ancient oak
there I lay my head
upon your soft shoulder
and I praise the moment
and the angels sing for us
Yes I yearn for you
I yearn for you
throughout my days
I yearn for you
You and I are lovers
and tonight we burn
each others flame
through our touch we learn
— two worlds spinning
into a brilliant orbit
such hearts never sinning
And I yearn for you
I yearn for you
my passion burns
I burn for you
Your parasol cannot shade
such an inferno like my heart
more than Dante’s journey
one that fuels such flames
The evening stars may fall
but each one onto my heart
Yes I yearn for you
and my heart burns
such souls yearning
will always have a flame
:: 01-31-2014 ::
LISTEN to not my words
but the thrumming beat
within my chest
it speaks to you
and in between
those solid beats
an eternity I wait
just to kiss you
:: 01-26-2014 ::
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WE laughed within the wheat
golden field of summer bliss
running like
— youth burned
the feet of our souls
The sun touched my heart
as you laid upon the field
I gave in — nature gave way
the skies fueled passion-gold
and my soul died into you
:: 01/22/2014 ::
MY heart and lonely “I”
have only one wish
— before we die
such a confession
may sound so strange
but my obsession
— so unrestrained
I wish to swim with you
in the spring-well of love
— I wish to swim with you
it would heal my wounds
And if I do decide to swim
across my bitter ocean
— it will be to reach
your land of pure honey
I wish to swim with you
…to swim…with you…
With you…lovely you…
01-16-2014::
WE say sorry some days
and sometimes not
I cry rivers on stormy days
But my ancient love
Lasts out weather-love
So surprised my love
When the mason man comes
bricks lay upon bricks
a wall between you and me
protects me from crazy love
My ancient love is strong
amazed so surprised love
but the time flows between
your heart and my survival
so kiss is love and tomorrow’s
::01-15-2014::
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