![]() HuntA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
your
brown eyes penetrate my dreams the stare through the
underbrush of my convictions i feel the us that could
be
knowing you will stay
confined to your own woods and that
"woulds" between us will never be my shade
the sun will shine
vacantly and you will be that
vision that runs, when i wake, like a deer that
anticipates the shot
although my bullets
would be love and the waking
if in each other's arms could be the trophy...
erin-cilberto 12/19/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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16 Reviews Added on December 20, 2016 Last Updated on December 20, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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