Then She Asked Me If I Had Had Dinner Already
love can be twins
and i can also be double-faced
but not really untrue
or insincere
love multiplies
upon itself when one misses
what love truly is all about
isn't love sharing?
isn't its essence charity?
i am ready to share my body with you.
but you recited all the codes of morality
tsk, tsk, you miss love and
it is such a pity....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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