The Kind Of Love That We Are In... Poem by RIC BASTASA

this is
a one way mirror

we see them
but they cannot
see us

this is the
necessity of
this kind of
love

it waits for
daybreak
and when the
morning light
comes
we shall see
our flowers

we have found
love
but we can never
tell


we are not
in a village
where we can
all dance.

this is the place
for trysts
and secret gardens
all fenced
and gated.

here there will
be no trespass
as it is private
and closed.