Erasing The One You Love Through Constant Repetition Poem by RIC BASTASA

You had the face
you love it much
greater than
the lips,

too much love
has kept you
in this prison

the arms are
prisons
and to get away with
all these
intimate holding
which you
began and all yours
alone to
hold,

you try to make
a horrendous repetition
hoping that soon
boredom comes and
then everything is
erased and
forgotten

when will that be?

you do not really
know.
you bury your eyes
inside
the darkness of
your sockets