My Eros, My Strength


MY EROS ~my strength
In the misty mid region
I roam with my soul &
you EROS 

my heart is volcanic
like the ocean gnashing against
wearing your sculpture down

Clock dials morning
shadows lift at the end of the path
and a crescent spews ether
sedating our tears

I lift my finger bid you
trust me
kiss me
don’t turn to dust
change the doom of this reality

things get washed and reused
except deep scars
that discolour and taint
the tissues of life 

  1. Barbara Garro says

    Wonderful theme, exciting execution. Lovely thought about the power that drives love and passion, power I have known and loved and intend to know and love again, provided Cupid’s arrows land in the right place for the right reasons.

  2. Frances Ayers says

    Lovely poem!

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