Fantasy 101 Poem by RIC BASTASA

we're old
our wrinkles do not dispute that
our cheeks are shying away
from a passionate kiss
the lips are cracking
like a soil in an
african drought

i see some hair
locks falling on my bed
and they do not make
a complain
why shampoo and conditioner
seem to have done nothing

how can i be so cruel to myself
my eyes wink
and my tongue in cheek
tries to spell the modernity
of my name

a man for all seasons
my nose is getting fishy
with the smell of masculine mask

i hold my pants
and unzip and look at the part
that makes me distinct from the
rest of the animal kingdom

' i am human' i say it not just once
but as often as i forget

' i am a man' i keep repeating it
i have this bulge
beating for life and i am ready
to go out tonight
for my fantasy
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