if I should so dearingly
press my ear to the
throat of your heart,
time will molasses-crawl
in space-time motion,
and I will utter with a start
the beginnings of our union
that will surpass sun, moon, stars,
in their infinities of antiquity.
and I will further utter,
with the twerp of my heart,
that I have found you here,
while all the others were away,
in the fields, in the cities, waging wars.
and, as fate would have it,
we are seated in this room
that will not outlive ourselves,
and I am writhing in the nervous twirl
of all ambience and love
that you waterfall forth
as you try at the awkward smile,
and you
try at the almost-touching embrace,
yet, still,
far surpass sun, moon, stars,
in their infinities of antiquity
that pale when compared to you,
my heart of hearts,
my dearest of dear.
by roberto cruz jr. (6/23/06)
…welcome back, from wherever you’ve been.
I, at the Writers forum, misses you – you who has written some of the BEST pieces EVER read there ,,,,
So, Robbie, the door is open, the chairs are ready and the eyes and ears are rapt!
Paz Pan Salud, Gene to Robbie, who knows what poem is my favorite, the one about people who calim they have NOTHING to write about ….