Too Many Of You
too many of you
scattered all over
my cells
the tissues of this body
call for you name
my mind is a whirlpool
taking you inside my system
my lips utter your name
my mouth wants to taste your being
all these
you are unaware like the sun
shining on the earth
the earth in ecstasy to the unknowing sun
it is here
i want to be there outside this whole mess
i cannot escape this prison of love
rising above my head like a moon of the month of March
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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