Because You Are My Form Of Perfection Poem by RIC BASTASA

BECAUSE you are a form
of my own form
so perfect
and divine
and too mundane
for one to
touch and keep
as a memory

because you are God
myself
and too luscious for
my senses
the darkness of my nights
forgone
the thorns of my roses
all softly taken
the guilt of my own humanity
forgiven

i shall take you as you are
as part of my being
as skin to my bone

and this i shall keep forever
without regret
sans the guilt.