Poet Jerry Cordeiro strikes again with another poetic masterpiece of Velvet Juice.
Words are like art, like painters
they must be explained in query.
So I hang a mirror to capture stars
and I write without Ink.
In a silent stifle, I adore your frame,
bent in slivers of your eye’s rain.
I picture your lips saturated to drench this poet’s sail
from destinations only a pink moon can mauve.
I crossed lines to depict the anecdote
from a raconteur’s veins in vain.
I want to f**k all works so I can finally say what I can speak…
that I loved you.
Check out April’s Promises by Jerry Cordeiro as well.
