Feasting On A Beautiful Body Poem by RIC BASTASA

Feasting On A Beautiful Body



and i shall sit and watch
how you move
so gently
and artfully around
your body

i have no thoughts
i am empty
i am a clear glass
on a clean table
i am an unlighted cigarette
between
your fingers

every movement of your head
every slide of your hands beside
your legs
every bite of your lips
every wind that blows
your hair
every wink of the eyes
every coming and
going
and waiving of the hands
and closing
of your fingers


is love to
me.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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