Raffy Poem by RIC BASTASA

Raffy



Raffy in Las Vegas always knew what to do with his life.
Nothing submerged, suppressed, everything waiving like hands
Welcome, welcome,
Happiness, there is no tint of sadness on his face
Lovers abound, There is no shame,
There is always that touch
That tickles his legs
Of hair and
Tongue,

He forgets home where his face is stuffed
Like a bear.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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