Responsibilitys Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i open like the petals
of a flower
you are the sun to
receive me
i do not burn in your heat
for it is as gentle as
the morning rays
of the lovely beginning

when you close your house
and hide in the orange
tinge of your bedroom
i exude a certain scent
so enticing
so you may sleep with some
dreams

and i shall be there
with you
you have become a
beautiful face
and i am the flower in your
hair

whatever, i am responsible
for this art
of loving

whatever, wherever,
whenever, we shall meet again

when you
become a fruit
i, may even assume to be
the last worm.