I Do Not Wish You To Stay Longer In Me... Poem by RIC BASTASA

love, where did this come from?
a white bird, coming from nowhere
and now, hovering upon me, nesting.
i do not wish it to stay that long.
with you as the subject of my affection,
and this hurts me so well,
for you are the god of arrogance,
up in that sky, how can you mind
a stone? i offer flowers that you
do not smell, food that you do not
eat, a place that you detest,
an affection wasted in space,
scattered like dust and dirt.