What I Like Most Is After The Act
this is not my room
neither
is it yours, in fact this room too just
like us
is a stranger, we open it and then
we close it, just like what we do to ourselves
hungry, we eat, thirsty we drink, and restless
we do things that our minds do not ever think
of
or even remember, it is dark here, and
there is no music to
lighten the mood, it is hot and we are even
hotter
feeling the heat
within us, the intertwining and the
changes
and exchanges of top to bottom
and bottom to top
you have such a nice hair
sometimes
they cover my face and i long
to a space where i can breathe
but you do not really mind,
you know i like the way you make me
quiver,
we are listless and restless and we want to discover
everything unexplored
in our unknown universe,
planets are we, losing our orbits
and both of us
explode
a big bang and then the silence of the cigarette smokes
eyes looking for some
crevices on the ceiling
you take a drink
and i lay on your side facing the wall
and then you start a conversation
asking me for my name
i like to sleep
i have no answer yet, maybe
in a minute
when i regain my confidence
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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