Poesia mia....

Battlements in Memory

On Brooks eve I swallowed deep in disarray ...not forlorn or forgotten for his memory...such thus said memories built his Camelot kingdom in darkened room of Male combat....it was in this corridor where dreams were allowed to bathe in nightingale diress of mornings tithes of Dewey regress.....in tiny flames of wishes berries temples....in fortress of battlements stars on cocoa softened etched skin.....a symbol of youths defiance grew to elevate his coming into manhood....as his gaze ever present slumbered joyous rest atop Aztec flesh......escrito de Un amor vedadero de mi recien pasado