She was talking
as we were walking
after our date in the early morning


To her house
she’s a patchwork
of all i’ve ever
loved & wanted


Did i say this out loud
no words yet plenty of sound
it had to have been me no one else is around


Like i was too much yet not enough at the same time
this doesn’t make sense except only in my mind
she’s what i call sublime


She pulls the melon out my vine
then intoxicates herself with me like
her favorite wine
that’s why i write


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Lino Robles


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