The Shams Of Charms....
i always come back to you
surrender all my arms
as you embrace me
like all those nights when
you keep on telling me that
someone too loves you
truly, once, twice
many years ago
or about a month
recently, one is simply
uncertain about
love's itinerary
(or is it love? who minds
what words are, what they mean?)
same story with me
and i keep repeating them
and i know
you do not really listen well
enough
thinking that i am one of those
congenital liars
composing poems for
the nights
and we ride on that same boat
to fantasy
dreamboats of rainbow colors
after which we
disembark as strangers again
as we whisper the usual
nothings
we know
we know how to manage
these kind of
pretenses
a masked party of naked selves
on the the bed of roses and
(sins)
did we call it sin and in such
a whimper?
what is a whimper?
a whim? capering whims?
caprices of
mending wounds
something is good and it is neither bad
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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