Trimming The Distance Of A Sigh
learn the
style of the pocket
they say
on a reservation one somehow
pockets a smile
as though it is something
that you can hide like
a pebble in your mouth
and pretend that happiness does not
exist
and cannot exist between the lips
beneath the teeth,
but these principles are true
restrained are our hands sometimes
our bodies not losing its own orbit
in this journey towards a
brighter and much orderly universe
one day i too must learn
to trim the distance covered by my sighs
as though i am
taking a breath beside you
your nose touching mine
your nipple begging for my tongue
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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