Soul Mate Poem by RIC BASTASA

your legs do not make me
a waterfall,
your tongue do not make me
a river,
i am static as a rock
amidst this turmoil
i am a rope between two pillars
that do not snap out,

it is strange
i do not delight in that skin and
flesh,
it is over now, and i arrive at the
conclusion
i am not a vampire that needs
your blood
i am no dog to your bone,
i do not wish to taste anymore of
your flesh

it is not over yet
i still love what essence is there

i am looking for what you are not
to me
for all these years

i like you are air to my lungs
as memory to my mind,

i like the conclusion now
my soul wants to feel yours.