Another

Hola Everybody,
Going to an interview… wish me luck.

Now [no. 24]

Please know that one day
you will slip from under these covers
to trace with cool fingertips
your affection
on the neck of a new man.

Another.

It is certain enough
not to need conjuring before its time.

But when you close my door,
close it gently if you can,
and take this to his waiting skin:

I will always be with you,
always your champion.
I will be that cool breeze
on your naked back,
cheering you on,
asking only that
you love loving him,

that another.

-- Edward-Yemíl Rosario ©

* * * 

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…

They were always on the outside...

Yesterdays [no. 1]

They were always on the outside

not because there was no door

but because it was where they

long ago chose to live.
I couldn't bring my world
to them, however I tried.
I could only extend the
invitation of an open hand.

Please replace me
if you dare...
Reach out for them.
If you care.
Listen to the silent screams
of these sad-eyed ladies.

Share their finely-tuned sorrows
when they join their pallid thin hands
with yours and guide you on their
journey to despair.

-- Edward-Yemí­l Rosario ©

If I could...

Hola Everybody,

It's a lovely Saturday here -- the air is fresh, crisp, promising change.
It's corny poetry day! LOL!

* * *
Now [no. 15]

If I could
I would guarantee you
bright sunny days
and soft, dry breezes
for all your Summers.

If I could
I would give you
clear cold days
and clean snow
for the Winters you love.

And if I could
I would give you Autumn,
dressed to the teeth,
at that precious moment
when you most need change.

But if I want you
to remember me
as I will always remember you,
I will send you,
naked,
unadorned,
Spring.

Edward-Yemil Rosario ©

Your Heart...

( A work in progress)

A rare and beautiful bird
lives deep within
the very core of your heart.

Sometimes...
when I listen
to those silent painful pauses
I can hear its song...
faintly

And though It flutters its wings
and longs to be set free
it sings its song behind
a carefully tended
and bejeweled cage
with golden bars.

I drink in your smile
and wonder...
that bird...
to caress that fragile bird
in my hands
to feel its rapid beat...
What joy

Would you trust me?
To set it free?
so it could soar
to sing its song
of freedom and love?