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Transformations Of Our Being

at first, no matter how trivial
each dust becomes special
since it comes from your tongue
wet with the sweetest saliva of your love,
we always want it that way
that rainy feel
that wets us all over
running down our spine
into the hidden nooks of
our being
that we do not wish to share
with any creature
in this exclusive spot that we found

gee
you say it once
and i join you
in this harmony
of our
differences

wow is my other word
for these ordinary dusts
that go inside me

i become a part
of the boulevard
where lovers
want to spend the
night
with the winds
that change
the arrangements
made by
fate

now to dust
shall we to dust return
but when that time comes
we too
have assumed the body
of the wind
the soul of the earth
the dusts
invincible

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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