There Is More Between Us Going Poem by RIC BASTASA

in that island
we had it all
our hands grope
with what is more
our bodies rub
the heat like flint stones
making fire

in a few days
and night
under the light of the moon
we shall find that there is something
more going between us
something that we cannot forget
beyond the flesh
and the bone of our contentions

i hate to say it
but it is love and i hate to accept it
that i am weak
on this particular aspect

i must pack and leave
the soonest before my heart breaks