To The Woman That I Love
i am tired
with time
it is the black
cat that bit me
and i cannot anymore
recover
i am rabid,
my saliva is flowing
like a leak
in the faucet,
i am not Adam
so please Lady
in my nightmare
if you understand
what love is
kindly return back
my rib
so i can complete
myself
to meet death
nicely.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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