Contributor: jacob erin-cilberto


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you held my melting heart
in your dry, brittle hands
the bony curves of your love
a skeleton of what it once was
i felt the dust absorbed by my skin

welcomed the grave
so we could sepulcher together
enjoy infinite feasts of worms
and wine
dine in utter naivety
realize what we had been
really would decompose
&

when our rose colored glasses
mummified
we would be wrapped within each other
forever.


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jacob erin-cilberto, originally from Bronx, NY, lives in Southern Illinois and teaches at two community colleges. He has been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. erin-cilberto's 13th book of poetry Intersection Blues is available from Water Forest Press, Stormville, NY.