Love Dialogue
love restrained
soon finds itself
answering
unasked questions,
reversals you
say
answers first
before the
questions
mysterious ways
unfathomable
depths
short feet and
clipped wings
claws surrendered
beaks tied
white banner
on enemy ships
things that squirt
like squids on black fluids
we are lost somewhere
soon things clear
like oxidized stains
wrinkled hands
wash your face
hide the tears
too many hands
for me coping up
i am a body
touch me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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