Estranged And Comforted Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night we made love.
we are conscious.
we know very well this:
you know it was not me
and i know it was not you.
we live together
and we like it that way
we know this prison too well
familiar with its ins and outs
but we are convinced
this is still a better bed
and we have no plan
escaping
pretense after all is a good
medicine for all our longings
out there
there are true people
bragging that they are
free and
genuine
yet still
begging for love
and not finding it
just the same.