And Everything Thati Do Not Long For Anymore...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the time for me
to peacefully set you aside
has come.

it is the sincere dislike
with all the spontaneity of a
freely falling fig leaf
down to the toes of my feet

my eyes are seeing it with so
much understanding that what happened
two nights ago in that indistinct
haziness of lust and love in the
interplay of what is right and what
is wrong, was all finally concluded
as oppression.

i did not apologize to you as i
beg to myself that i am so sorry for
what i have inflicted both to the sun
and moon.

the time has come for me to sew
what was torn, to find a way to be
seamless with my desires.

and so i open the window of my soul.
i found a place for my own being.
in the middle of this forest lies
an island of ferns and orchids
of parakeets sleeping, of monkeys
tamed, or snakes tired of pursuing
their prey, of rats living among the
civets, and air still fresh as your
last breath, and everything that
i do not long for anymore.