3d
do not blame me
as i also understand myself
passionate
but not ultimately crazy
on some
calculated risks and
tiptoe dances,
i have some compromises
to make
i dream of you and hug you
and make love with you
there in haze
and misty scenes
hot, torrid, and
elusive as a
eel
slimy feeling, brutish touches,
lips on fire, cinder hands,
i shall never tell you that i love you
because it will be a comedy of errors,
a circus, forget it,
there are strangers of the night
that settle for shadows,
the poems are useful in all these
there is a vent, air passes in there
the room gets freshened,
breathe, breathe, life exhales like a
smoke
live, and be happy like a fly on some
kind of dung....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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