Things Happen Normally The Way They Should Be Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is the hitch of this relationship,
i whisper my secrets and you pay me with a kiss
the kiss we like so much
our tongues rolling like lovers on the grassy hill
and we feel we have a very good reason for sticking it out together,
i trust you,
the next day i see you with another man and it is the same kiss that
you offer
again in exchange for his secrets
the next day you write in the local paper
the different kisses a man gives to a woman
how each kiss can be categorized
how each man trusts a woman because of a kiss
how a man can be fooled by her kisses
kisses that mean nothing to her
but just a means to an end
to explore and to tame
to domesticate the crazy men and educate them
about women's brains
their wits and wiles
and their quest to be equal to men and be treated with respect
and awe

well, we men have a way of our own
in all the kisses we are just working for a compromise
and most of the time
we are bored and well
crazy for nothing at all,

but sometimes, we really love deeply, but we do not say anything,
when in love
we have nothing to say, it is a serious job needing much attention,

less the words that you women, want to be said and spread
in your foreheads.