Ivo Rolo Poems

If they told me
You were dead
And couldn't breath
I wouldn't cry
...

Every time I see your face
I think of things not pure,
Unchaste. And with the most
Primal, unintentional instinct,
...

I used to have florid cheeks
And an ingenuity blessed smile.
I used to play insatiably on the streets
Avoiding the night and run
...

We laid out in the grass
Amongst the Spring kissed daisies;
Holding hands liek two kids
Whose love enlightens their mess
...