Steepled Tears
Then a little, my bit of space. That my heart
is the boundless country with open joy and mind,
you are a tallest roof with steeple’d tears.
The taste, bring me sweet my love and salt.
No wounds but healing thoughts.
Love you you love
You kiss kiss you
We hug.
Laugh and sleep to awaken again
Together as always as together.
Us.
:: 08-23-2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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