the keys to each other

the keys to each other

smack me silly

with your poetry backhand

words stinging my cheekbones

slicing through the skin of my impairment

my weakness,

there have been too many periods

too many stops in my life,

i want a run-on future

let me read you into it

i promise not to be a fragment of love

we won't need punctuation

just enough white space on the page

to rhyme into eternity

getting stronger with each beat

each line....

erin-cilberto

8/23/17

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

the phenotype of poetry, the observable properties are indeed a kind of backhand. they happen by a combination of the genotype and the environment. This poem Jacob even smells good..lol....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, dana.....:)))

you make me feel like a poet.
j.