A Place Called Home Called Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

DO NOT MISTAKE
my liking your lips
and tongue
as love, that is far
from it
the way i love taipie
but you should have known
that three days at most
was the only thing
i need

beyond that i want to go back
home, where love is,
and that is love as i have
defined it

someone that i may have hated
but regretted doing so
because i always find a way to
come
i always find time to be
with it
and say that "here i will die
and here i have lived".