Romeo's Void

Romeo's Void

 

 

my words come like starch stiff collars

i want to give you my ring,

but you are spinning in other circles

while i air out my dirty laundry

in poems that have no rinse cycle

i can't get my sediment to come out pure white

always a dye from that bleeding rose

 

lifeless wrinkles in my sentiment

all of the sedated softener

can't make my heart yield

 

my vocabulary is on high heat

but logic has a relentless dampness

my permanent-press emotions lose shape

 

and i no longer fit snugly into you....so

i'll just button up the memories

best i can,

and love you loosely

from afar.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/19/16

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Great metaphor.....suddenly I feel like doing laundry! :) Sometimes things just don't fit as they should and when that happens, it's time to move on. Logic has no place in poetry or romance. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and yet it inserts itself, doesn't it?
thank you, my friend.

j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Love is never perfect....love should never wait....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and it usually doesn't it....thank you, Queenie...always appreciate your visits...

j.