The Secret Sin, The Concealed Pleasure
what appear outside
the body
this house of flesh
mostly are the acceptable
& at least
what the eyes can
tolerate, at least expense
of repercussion,
the conformity
parlance
admirable, kissing the woman you
say you love and marrying
not only her but her
family as well, the banquet and
the rituals, all perfect
a sir, a madam
no turbulence of the heart
nothing to
a ripple,
in the hidden depths of
human vacuous
longings
those that you cannot say
but ultimately giving you
indescribable pleasure
you hide but soon
like a second personality
speaking during the
night
a shape takes you
silently into the place
where multiplied
ecstasies
spread a view
invites you
to drink and dance and
sleep with
it
not sleep really
if sleep be just considered
as another
obvious metaphor for
something
obscene
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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