A Poem For Choosing To Love Finally Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is always time
to write about a white butterfly
how it flutters early morning
from leaf to leaf
along with some bees and
bluebirds,

how fragile how light
how gentle how bright

how time flies like a paper
with the wind
how restive are the eyes upon
the meadows of the plain

there is always a chance
to write about love and affections
the warmth of the sea at night
the hush of the breeze
the calmness of the moon
the sleepy waves

how i wish there is us
here, i touch your lips
i ask you: let us savor this
privacies of silences

kill me with happiness
i am yours.