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I will always be writing about you
As I cannot touch you
With my fingers, as I cannot take a longer
Gaze at you without being condemned
As I cannot be always with you even longer than a minute, as I cannot sit beside you without being
Despised, as I cannot talk to you about
How people love and love so true
Without being ridiculed,
As I cannot
Offer you fresh white flowers as symbols of my affection,
As I cannot send you a greeting card wishing you well,
As I cannot hold your hand even in casual friendship,
As I cannot
Take you to dinner and be myself sharing
What I can give you,
As I cannot
Hug you and kiss you and make love to you even in the wildest of my dreams imaginations without me dying in sin and guilt
As I cannot walk with you in a park
Without being
Ostracized by this decent society
I will just think of you in milder forms in decent thoughts,
And write about you in clean and clear words,
That will just be enough.
I always look at you on this one-way mirror tinted with silver,
And so you do not notice
And so no one knows.
Because,
Strictly, I am prohibited
And that to me is loud and clear.
And by all means within my powers, I have to gently obey.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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