Chant.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Love chooses
a posture and
when it has
chosen it submits
a position

paper with all
its arguments like
pillars and walls
and beams of the
house of

gods when all else
do not matter except
this one most

valued by you
disregarding what
words are there
uttered by your
greater minds
grating over such
possibility of

obliteration but
the voice speaks
and the gesture lays
upon itself a
poise of the hands
and

the die is cast
finally
no regrets this
time
it is all yours
in

that kiss and
making

love redeeming
itself upon itself
standing by
the reasons of its
own

time like the heart
stubborn upon
a mere

emotion.