STOP SIGN: ANOVULATION
ALLOW me to hold your hand and send the stars
into nocturnal eyes
A night's breeze seems to whisper how I love you.
Give me reason so I have none
like frogs springing forth
from a spring-mouth-kiss
A finger pressing upon a flesh-button
against an artificial heart
makes synthetic skin purple with pain
A black cat named Chai speaks
saying, "this broken leg was my wet nurse
and scarabs have flown across millennium of sand
When there are no corners but only curves
When the only sun is a medical light bulb
the man inside white coat destroys a future
and the world has left green, my breasts once
were queens now have no function other than to amuse
So, sweet dreams. I have sweet dreams of what could
have been imagining a mask of silence while laboring.
Come sweet baby, within these dreams I'll have you.
My weak anemic body, mindless octopus
would swallow an excited cock to see you born.
I will release this last egg regardless of my irregular
l bleeding so don't deny me sweet cherub.
:: 05.28.2024 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2024
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