Parted Poem by RIC BASTASA

when we are parted
we do things that we were prohibited
that is the agreement
you on your own
me on my own
feet that know how to dance the tango with the
other woman next door
you dance your foxtrot with the man of your dreams
it does not matter
we made a pact
to each his own
no one cries a river here
no river runs in our veins
there is only the day of our parting and making real stories
for us to share
tonight
it is weird they say
we are another breed
but we are happy
happier than all tabboos combined
those leashes
that transform us into monsters
these liberating things of the spirit
nothing for the chains
all for the art of it
the deviations, the derivations
the experience which are new
and tonight when we are in our arms again
we will listen to our stories
mine had the mole at the loser part of her white thighs
yours have the most hair
scented like a faun
i had a unicorn and you had
the tridented creature
still without a name
or that which you can no longer remember

when we are parted
we come again in the same bed
now so renewed
envigorated to know what differences
can make us love
again
this time sweeter