Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


the familiarity and monotony of love...


we both
accept it: we do not believe

that love has something to
do with it

we decide
always we decide what to do with our life
marriage included,

agreements renewed
vows restated,

on the same table
of monotony

we serve love
we slice love and take the bite
we pour love in our glasses
we drink love

we smoke love
we sigh
we converse love in the middle of the night
we are tired of love
and we sleep love

in that bed of monotony
we wake up filled with love
we have love for breakfast
we go to work carrying love inside our pockets
we were love in our faces

there is always that familiarity
in the routine of love

and with so much love sprayed in our bodies
day and night

we forget its meaning
we take it as potable water
we do not notice if it still satisfies our thirst
if it fills our hunger like the food that we prepare and eat

we declare after so many years together
still intact under the roof of marriage

we wear love we do not notice if we are dressed at all
we sleep and we are so tired

love is here and yet we do not mind it anymore.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 14, 2012

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