Pushing on the morning of your absence
Your eyes
In my mind's eye
An ocean blue in an oncoming tide
Opens to great waves on a horizon’s kiss.
Pushing on the morning of your absence
Your breasts cupped tender
With hands empty
I feel you in ways of a daydream.
Pushing on the morning of your absence
The memory of your goodbye burns holes
In my heart
The water I drink pours out
As dust to the gravel road.
Pushing on the morning of your absence
I walk the road barefoot and feel the pain of
Separation cut my feet.
This is truly beautiful Robert!
ReplyDeleteLoss is always painful. But I somehow feel without it, we mere mortals would not savor what we do have when we have it.
ReplyDeleteLuis - Thank you.
ReplyDeleteStickup - Yes, we could not recognise as well the good as significant without having the pain
alongside.
These lines are so romantic.
ReplyDelete"I walk the road barefoot and feel the pain".
How can a man understand poetry and not be a
poet himself?
You give me joy!
Monika
Monika - Thank you very much.
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