ashes in fluxA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
right before the Lent of love the fasting of heart palpitations the array of affections stilled a Mardi Gras of sorts mutual celebration of feelings beads not rosary screams in a night of wild aroma the drinks are free the morning after is not but there are 40 days to recuperate 40 days to reflect 40 days to wait lovers pray for touch a span of roses banned of bloom I try to remember if our last words were "I love you" or if we just imploded after one desperate touch scattered in the universe someplace God couldn't find us. erin-cilberto 10/28/22 © 2022 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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5 Reviews Added on October 28, 2022 Last Updated on October 28, 2022 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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