I Think, I Know Myself
i think, i know
myself, ...i arrive
at the conclusion
of who i am, really,
when i look at you,
and i lift my
left hand to
hold the side of
my neck
my right hand
hidden inside
my pocket
i gaze at you that
long enough
you do not mind
there is no meaning attached
my hand caresses
my hair
my lips close my eyes open
my heart dancing
and you are
that event for this
celebration
i look at myself in the mirror
and say, ' a toast! '
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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