Entangled Hair - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

oh i see, your hair
entangled last night
must i have been
there? i must have been
drunk, for i do not remember.
Did i kiss you? Did i make
love with you?
I have this sticky feeling you
know and i must have been
guilty of having loved you.
I check my thighs and
they claim innocence.
I ask my lips and
they say they were never
wet last night.
I touch my abdomen
there is no shouting
faggot in there.

so your hair got tangled
last night, and you are telling
me that all this mess is caused
by me?

sorry, things sometimes exist
all in the mind of a woman

someone said it, i think
i still remember. Not Shakespeare,
it was someone else,

but not me, i am sure of that.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 6, 2009

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