I FELL into your jewel-laced eye
those depths deeper than an ocean
and saw all the dreams you dreamt
and even the birth of many lost in time
I swim within the passion oceans
You wave upon the surface of ocean waters
and gently tread your dreams of love
:: 02-03-2014 ::
(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 ::
WHAT love does wander
within fields
of undiscovered
flowers of passion
— discovered
she does feel
such pain she knows
gives birth to love
and child shall remainG
Generations give
and our love remains
Un time we refrain
and speak in deep pain
We remain lovers
in time the same
:: 01-27-2014 ::
SUCH pain! I cannot refrain
from the deepest regret
My need to greet your words
wishing freshingly painted
upon your notes scribbled
But fate or other monster
bestowed this trick
that my heart would fall
for one who long ago
passed beyond the flesh
:: 01-27-2014 ::
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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MY confession
— to you
I wish to dig
my flesh side of you
and feel your soul
Quiver and trembling
tears of joy…
and animal lust
beyond a passion
surpassed only by
— resurrection and
immaculate conception
:: 01-12-2013 ::
LET us begin our lives
with a kiss and end it
— sensually
With a passion
that burns the world
:: 01-11-2013 ::
CONFESSION for the heart
one who knows the pain
a sharp knife
— to the soul
All things I see and hear
whether touch or smell
is poetic
— to my ear
Life drives me maddingly so
the words slide off me tender
and into a skillet
— where they burn
Wish I do for a release
into a world from pain and fear
my soul mate come unto me
for I fear the time
— too late
:: 01-22-2014 ::
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 ::
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