Does A Sunset Feel What Sunrise Is? Poem by RIC BASTASA

sooner we get attuned
to this strange creature as guilt.

it hurts for a while but each night
when all the black birds roost in that island
we get the sleep we need.

tomorrow when we wake up we do not speak
we fathom the silence of our night outbursts
we get attuned to this, the kiss and hugs of cold bodies
and making love of robots in that warm room.

we get attuned and we do not care anymore
what is happening what they taught us
what was wrong and what was right in that place
where they do not have names anymore.

we get attuned to this and your kiss is not that
significant as mine is like yours.
we understand when we meet and then we simply part ways.

you to your love and mine to my love too.
different destinations, each carrying the lightness of our new beings.

so goodbye for now. Keep the secret of love.
Guilt is a stranger. Sin is a literary thing.

here we live life without a book.
without a master plan. we just live the way we feel.
not even this. does a sunset feel what sunrise is?