RIC S. BASTASA
Poems by RIC S. BASTASA : 14 / 15048
Σ τ α λ α γ μ ί τ η ς
a small orifice
with a stalagmite
is this a cave?
i ask and then
desire boils in
my head, i have
to enter, guilt is
born, this is not
mine, but owned
by someone else,
i dream of red
cherry inside my
tongue, ahh, i must
reason out in order
to forget, this is
nothing but a
speleothem;
purely nothing
but calcium
carbonate.
RIC S. BASTASA
Submitted: Sunday, October 11, 2009
Poems by RIC S. BASTASA : 14 / 15048
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