The physicality of Being

The physicality of Being

skin flint glint

in your eye

the dark sky

of the ceiling

as we make love to the glow

of a moonlit slit in blinds

that watch us intently

as we dip into dreams

while holding on

to a future

that will long remember this night

for better or worse

even as the paint above us

starts to peel

and pieces of us start to fall into infinity

erin-cilberto

11/21/2025

Reviews

[Perdition]

Have you ever rated a poem or review? Close to 30 years here and never once. Why would I?

Ah well the stars are looking warm and brighter but I’m not checking out w/out a worthy joke or a decent vice. Slip on Professor… slip on!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Never have. Poetry is not about ratings, just words from the gut of the poet...not to be rated or in contests...it is all about feel.
Thank you, Perdition...we have been around here a long time haven't we?

[Perdition]

Long enough to break a few windows anyway… agreed! Still wondering when knobs and dials went out of style? A pleasure my fellow traveler of the blank and brewing pages~