Ernest Robles Poet Free verse

Deliciouslife When Hovers

I might be sincerely sick of this DeliciousLife when hovers like clouds golden
Fingers pray-like lovers barely breath-kissing.  Allow hungry hands eye-thirsty
		
To touch
please:	Your countrysided Curves
                Dew meadow puddle eyes
                Bountiful bosom bouquet
	
On this moistly most wondrous DAZE

	Two dove(er)s
        Two lovers

Embraced in do-or-die
	
And time eats itself into 
A fat belly of jollies.

:: 06-03-18 ::
EPRobles © 2018

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