A Little Peroration About Age And Love.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

once in my life i drew a
principle which states that
love is nothing without its
mutuality, and i stood firm
for that, in such a way that
if i loved someone who does
not love me in return i simply
back out from said event and
just abort it as though i am
an expert entity regarding the
matter though it is usually
the attaching pain that i too
have learned to survived from
nothing...

we mellow with age, we become
lax with our principles and
wanted to embrace a certain
liberality just to be happy,
and so i ventured in love with
only me loving you while you
face me as though you are
a stone hinge in england while
i swam like a swan in the icy
waters or even if everything
hurts like the hardest ice....


and i rationalize, as usual,
i only savor the moment, and
it is such a very short moment
so why should i waste it?
and so i make love with you
while you demanded something
else in exchange for this
thing which i still call love.