Aliguay Island, An Escapade From The Crowded Room Poem by RIC BASTASA

two nights: the first was wholesome
to warm ourselves since it was a a little colder
we say we were grieving over wasted days and routine
and love that quarrels upon lots of things
incredible,

to warm ourselves and yet not offend the truth
we lay our bodies back to back and
we begin to tell stories

' i am unhappy and yet i cannot leave' she says
' i am happier with you now' he responds

'we're not doing anything wrong, right? ' both ask themselves
they evade the answer, conceal the truth in their mouths
as they begin to play with their own tongues
how can they resist what to do when they all fell so alone
in Aliguay Island?

we are into this and we are all mature and responsible
'do not forget, in love we too must learn to make the most beautiful lies,
recreate that old art of deception' he reminds her
on the third day they all pack up
headed to their unhappy situations
they start to forget their own names
erase the past like the way the waves
give the sands what is due them...