Hola mi gente,
All my poetry was written when I was in my 20s. I stopped after that, so the
ones I share here are quite old. Sometimes I wonder who wrote these. LOL
Nows [no. 12]
We
have been screaming and moaning
and grinding and groaning enough,
God knows.
Our prurient points have been made.
and grinding and groaning enough,
God knows.
Our prurient points have been made.
We are still a bit frightened
here in the horizontal,
you and I.
Connected and motionless.
So quiet now.
Soften yourself and listen.
To the symphonic pulsing of our blood,
the crash of an eyelid,
the joyous trickle of a bead of sweat.
Edward-Yemíl Rosario ©
you and I.
Connected and motionless.
So quiet now.
Soften yourself and listen.
To the symphonic pulsing of our blood,
the crash of an eyelid,
the joyous trickle of a bead of sweat.
Edward-Yemíl Rosario ©
* * *
My name
is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…
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