RIC S. BASTASA


Completion... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

the body
is stroked upon
by
tender hands
this body
stands before it
watching
caressing those
hands
skin lands on
skin

the world knows
its own
kind of foreplay

clouds on the side
of the hills
sunset kneeling
upon the foot
of the mountain

lightning flashes
sounds of thunder

the snake spits
its venom
on the tender flesh

of the
innocent chick...


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011


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