A Leaf, A Twig, A Little Bird
Adam, am i,
i got this only fig
leaf to
cover my
insufficiency,
this deficiency
of the
centerfold
in me.
Adam am i,
i have this little twig,
attached to
my upper leg,
and Adam am i,
i have this little bird,
so coy like a turtle dove,
yet so fierce
and shrewd
like a fox, like a snake,
one eyed
it sees the main entrance
in that dark hole
where happiness
and pleasure
of my being
Adam of the flesh
am i
surely lies.
i throw away the fig leaf,
hold unto this twig,
and then like happiness
i fly to you like
my little shrewd bird.
catch me, if you can,
barehanded, if you will.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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