Disconvolutions... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in bed the silence of my body
waits for you
its mouth waters with hands
hanging on the edge of
a thermal blanket
the butt motionless to the
moon spreading its legs to
the dry earth waiting for the
sun which comes with rain to all
the flowers and grass coveting
with pebbles in my palms you shall
never be enough for my longing
speechless to this spectacle
with its silence spreading like
an ocean to the horizon of
endless galaxies moving through.