The Two Of Us Back Home Poem by RIC BASTASA

I SHALL search it in your armpits
just like the way the tongue
masters its teeth

I'll whistle when i find that
hopelessness in not finding it at all

i pretend to be happy
as do others in their most truthful stances

I'll look for it in the sky at night
like the way one finds direction through the stars

soon after i will be silent in my own despair
but tonight when i come back home and

find you back into my arms
i will show the best in me: smiling and happy

and then i will get a glass of water
drink half of it, and share the other half with you.