Soon You Will Find Out The True Taste Of My Being Poem by RIC BASTASA

you think of me
sweet as candy
you remember
my young days
of your yore

then we meet
again one night
and i know how
it feels like to
pretend to be
as sweet as you
expect me to be

we talk we are
sober we laugh
we like it
we listen to the
music of the night
and we were so
silent we remember
so many things

and then you kiss
me in my lips
and you know
how tasteless
my tongue has
become through
my lonely years

i know

when i close my eyes
i do not remember
anything at all

the image is like
the wind
and it merely passess
coldly

so swift i never
had the chance
to feel anything