The Passion Poem by RIC BASTASA

how can i be too stupid not
to know the power of attraction
which for years my body was starved
my throat strangulated by the hands of
my denial
there is slit of light outside piercing
the foulness of my room
my body aches for more of this
light
this pouring of light in the bowl
of my head
how i not know the passion of the body
from the strains of my constraints
the pain is over now
when i have awakened from the sweetness of sleep
i will touch you and kiss you and make love with you
at whatever
cost.