A Longest Moment Begins
My longest morning begins
without you
The cherished sun-smiles
that hides with expectation
the cloud bellows white
the sheets wet by fitful
dreams of losing you.
WHEN did moments charge
in blood? And between spaces
bent fingers reaching for you?
Oh where, where is this "YOU?"
My passion -->
(larger,
shrinking)
dearest love
[perhaps a heart caught
in the throe of passion
is a blue-jay egg within my
throat!
:: ~~ ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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