Love In The Secret Garden.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

everything in us
is stolen.

A stolen moment.
you rob me of love.

i too am a thief as
i stole you too from
yourself.

the way you look at
the horizon, stars away,
makes me feel guilty.

my only consolation
is your silence, and
my silence too.

we kept this secret
garden where flowers
bloom, where bees die.

you stole me too from
myself, and i did not
believe it at first.

ah, love destined to
be carried only in
the bliss of our own
graves.