My Song Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

My Song



I stand or sit
begin this song, from my fertile gut
Up to my lips
I hope I can entertain you
and fill these, moments of time
With glee, or at least that you may reach out to touch me as though i was black velvet, next to a Topaz, in the palace, of some lights, next to the
sea.
Feelings help you, perceive the universal form
concentration, precision, according to the form sculpt into a new dimension
Respond, don't abate, your, need to assert yourself
Even though it is a jungle,
pick the fruit before it falls on the dust
time erase you
lest you relative important is parted from the sun
your pathetic adherence to the shadows
That you didn't, leave the afflicted, even though the lover was happy and energetic
sacred hands have filled the altar for the blessed

Monday, September 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship
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