Not Meant To Be Shared.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

inside us is this
beautiful turpulent
dream
corpulent but not
that turbulent
as you misinterpreted,
we want to let it out
to show

or even to let it go
but it stays there
like this shy truth

silent and corpuscular

in one way you want to
help put it into words
to let them know

that this beautiful
turpulence really exists
with or without the beloved

this love of self
and solitude,

yet, accept
this fact


words fall short of their
maximum use,

perhaps it is just meant
to be felt

to be kept to be savored
and never


to be shared....