My Heart Bleeds For You

Girl, I wake up this beautiful cool April morning As strong as a lion in captivity, but only one thing Is fussing me: you are far from me and my island You are alone, frowzy and far away from the land. I see your adumbral image when I close my eyes I can't stop thinking about you and dreaming of you I'm sad, demoralized and exasperated on a long cross I'm afraid and I invoke with fervor the name of God. My heart still bleeds abundantly for you, Darling Steaming tears run down the surface of my face I'm alone in quarantine, away from the painting. Wherever you are, come to be pampered at my place Some things aren't on the plate; I'm definitely upset I'm now in the yard, in love, dried out and desperate. Copyright © Avril 2020, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems