A Love Story Poem by RIC BASTASA

it came, and i was blinded
with so much lovely light,
when i was already bound
to the bonds of matrimony,
but i want it, and i call it a new
home, but i do not want to
destroy an old home, where
i have invested so much of
myself, where pain and
pleasure mated, but this
is a very nice feeling, taking
me back to an age of sixteen,
i whistle the tune of a lover
like a bird on a tryst somewhere
in a forest tree, where there is
complete secrecy, this is it,
another form of love, another
encounter, back to a new line,
i am myself again, full of life,
but retaining a duality of
two homes, old and new,
in one self, with you with her
with us: trois!