The Body
when i look at the body
i do not look
for a name
i only see the contours
of the body
looking for the map
and the signs
where i may finally
get in
body to body
just this
no names just places
plain touch
loveless and so careless
this moment
and then the next and the next
no strings no bridge
just the flow of the river
no docking no ports
no stopping
just this kiss for today
and then
nothing for what tomorrow may
say
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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