Chance

Chance

the shapes of hearts to come

V-neck sweaters, and perfumed enticement

rallying against intrusion

the scent of libation

drinking in the correlation

of love and touch and such

yielding in some small way

allowance,

lingering movement towards

we find each other within the crimson sun

of yesterday's tomorrow

a perfect cut 

intimate perfection

breached in continuity

once the walls of trepidation

fall away.

erin-cilberto

2/14/18

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

I love the lines, 'We find ourselves within the crimson sun, of yesterday's tomorrow'. That is a truly profound thought. I find unpunctuated work quite hard to decipher (probably because I am old fashioned!) but once I have worked out the meaning, I think your poems are really wonderful. I believe you are a true poet!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Aunt Astri.
j.

[steppenwolf]

"We find ourselves within the crimson sun of yesterday's tomorrow." Stunning.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Leslie.
j.

[Jennesis]

Those walls sure are difficult to come down. We build them to protect, and when the intimacy and connection are there, it is, as you say, perfection.
Such great words for today. ~j

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jen.
j.