Disdain........ Poem by RIC BASTASA

the best teacher
is experience, it is
not you who can convince
me that this is not art.
or this is not living, or
this is what after all is
death in its figurative sense,
that loss of zest for adventure
that fading desire for breathing.

it is this personal encounter
that frightens me, that makes me
love what life is.
it is this experience, nothing more
nothing less, that teaches me what
this really is.

that makes me detest after all
those years, having loved you,
having kissed you, and not even
by the mere thought of it, makes
me vomit.

love too changes. Desires upgrade
themselves. Mind is sharpened.
The spirit soars higher
and then looks upon that plain
with nothing but just disdain.