Ernest Robles Poet Free verse

City Night Sing, Sing, Sing

Passion, when did you deliver/  when i met you
the hammer upon this hungry anvil --> knock,
knock --> knocking!  Kiss, hand in that hungry
lip-lock angry lip wanting passion!  ---->the
road up to the river was empty until we arrived||
  
       Bridge.  Fog.  Music and smoke from a 
lit cigarette and hips thrusted into the 
   imagination of darkness from night time
stories .  the wet shore of anguishing 
waves spoke:  we can be together -- only
you, only me.
    
     the CITY NIGHTS
   LAUGHING  
WAITING FOR NO ONE 
      AND IN WATER, IN HIPS, 
UNTIL NIGHT SEEPS INTO MEMORIES
   ESCAPING DAY.

:: 09-08-2017 ::

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Richard Evans September 9, 2017 at 3:49 AM "hips thrusted into the imagination of darkness". Beautiful verse. I sense a tremendous amount of style in your writing. Thanks for sharing..............peace!