9 Brief Erotics

9 Brief Erotics

the way the light
drips translucent rain
pure as a pearl
your eyes seek me

*

the flower
opens in
such a way
I see my mind
and you are there

*

in a swirl of light
you come to me
and I ride
that light
until I willingly die

*

your beauty
water on
the shimmer
of roses after rain

*

my love for you
is scorch, is power
let’s burn ourselves
to the center of the sun
and come like fire

*

when you came
it was a song
from the mouth
of a bird

*

when you came
I saw the map
of my world

*

burst my skin
my lover
and let me die
incarnadine

*

we shoot silver
into our mouths
turn our metals
to gold
the crescent moon
crepuscular
our fluids bond
to purer stone

 

 

 

 

Robert Allen

(he/him)

Robert Allen lives with his family in northern California, where he writes poems, takes long walks, and looks at birds.