Treasure Island

Poetheart (back)

(05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

Poetry consummating by love


love consummate by words

words that i presume
sparkling in a black that
comes from the white
of your paints

my pain!

or scrambled hands move
suddenly, in the end of love

oscilating in front of me
with sounds, fears
maybe tears

Have you stole it from who?

my consumed soul?
when letters showed up
and i was deceased,
exhaling my last breath!

Oh! my loneliness,

that is why my spirit was made for

Poetry

of night and day

fell tiny drops of black

pouring in my head

Oh! make my suffering less

with crumbled letters

a mere breath, the last

my poetry consummating by love

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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lost love, pain, poetry, last breath,

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  • Thomas A Robinson (3/27/2013 5:03:00 AM)

    Great poem Poetheart. For what is true love without words.What can soothe the pain best but words.
    And what could be better than a last breath of words of love? (Report) Reply

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