Do Not Sleep Yet... Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not sleep yet
for i am sad and like all the sad people of this world
i need a little time
to keep me company

talk
talk to me
whatever that be
i may listen and look at every word that you utter
as some butterflies or bees
or flowers on the foot of those green hills
breasts of some mountains
thighs of some river banks
soft hands of the creeks
bellies of the valleys

i want to imagine the anatomy of nature
like they are all naked women
and you shall think of me as the lusting sun
licking all those
tasting everyone

do not sleep yet
i need to look at your words as flowers
for now my intentions are honest
pure as gold without the bones
of adulteration

soft and yellow
shaped by the gentleness of your hands