Do Not Ask, Just Savor Poem by RIC BASTASA

Something magical is meant only to be seen
and then be gone and then be just remembered with awe and pain

it is not meant to be dissected like a frog
separating muscle from bones and naming each part and lag
and then naming it again apart from its connecting
ligament and nerve ending

somethings are simply meant to be enjoyed
not to be really fully understood

like the way you lick an ice cream
not knowing who made it skim
how it is really made
what are its ingredients unsaid

like the way you make love to me
you do not measure the ecstasy as though it is a cup of honey
you do not count the moans and the screams
you do not even have to open your eyes or dream
to know how pleasure penetrated your bones
and fit into your emptiness like some stones
that thing called joy
and
bliss and beans or soy

something so beautiful is simply meant
to be remembered like the rain
or even to return there again and again
not knowing what the consequences of pain

let the pain come perhaps later
for the meantime let's be better

as usual
let the role of regret be
the one
who comes always
late
undone