3i Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you wear a thong
love begins to love you
you imitate its nudity
and look for intimacy
like some stings and strings
when you go naked all the way
with pubic hairs in some array
on an island of light
nipples protruding and
legs on a graceful spread
in bed
dim lights and scents of
magnolias
things perhaps shall make
some changes
departures turning into
welcomes
arms into wings
feet into ponds
how peaceful after love
how caressing time becomes
why not?