When You Insist That There Is Nothing Wrong With Me
i wriggled and tried to loosen what grips my neck
your hands are too strong for love
and i get choked at times wanting to breathe
the fresh air outside
but you assure me this is how to love
and your manner of loving
terms of endearment you say
deep from the heart of you
i asked some questions to the stones
and i must be so foolish waiting for the answers
i tried the power of the birds
and i got some answers slowly from their wings
flights are good schemes
one gets to meet the clouds and they tell you what drifting does
what changing shapes are all about
what freedom is there with the winds that come and go
painlessly from west to east to north to south
and sometimes not coming back anymore
from where you once came
i like wings and i do not want any stopovers since then
i like their stories and i am listening still
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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