a final sermonA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoa final sermon there were days under the
influence of superfluous flowers and words, and your eyes, and mine, dilated in sensual prayer as the statue of Mary blushed the roses spoke of love, then they interred themselves of thorny departure we gathered petals of us pressed them within a hymnal as grief wove its way down the aisle then, stepped outside of what we had been... erin-cilberto 9/28/2020 © 2020 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 30, 2020 Last Updated on September 30, 2020 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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