A Morning Flash Poem by RIC BASTASA

it comes as a flash.
A body.

At first it is just lines and curves.
There is no minding at all
about anything else.

Then follows the scent that
compliments
its newly acquired
existence
its desirability enhanced
by the warmth
of morning hues
by the window of the house.

The scent brings in some
memories of
youth
some places of the heart
like a grassy hill
and an
abandoned hut
faraway.

After a while it is not just
the body
but the tongue
and palms.

The mind starts to creep in
like a cloud
and sunshine from
the south.

IT demands something more
It is not just these memories
and feelings
those touches of hues
and colors and
scents
and eventually taste.

And then the movement.

It coils around you
This psyche
This soul and then you go deeper
into a form
of regret.

This is not the body that you like
But the lines and curves
of some long forgotten
circumstances that want to be
repeated
too often
but can never be

Because there is only one body
one soul
and it is not there
anymore.