two poems in flight EK333


desert sky and urban moths below;

you still be in awe even though you ain’t seein nothing ——-

them city lights are like a steady flowing lava

under some dark eastern midnite sky


big dreams with trembling heart,

i can’t wait to hold her!

life is never easy  when marriage becomes a bitch

but who the fuck knows what’s inside this box anyway?

i say,

we look back before we gaze

you’ll see, feelin love and seein red —-

they can exists within the same breathing space.

from ” a mess of lovepoems “


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