When I Look At You Naked In Bed
i have to be honest now
despite the first lie
that after i have slept with you
something in me becomes
real: i am real, i am alive
i am whistling at midnight
when you wake up and
look at me and kiss my lips again
i know what it feels
the world becomes real too:
this bed, this blanket,
this window and the sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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