RIC S. BASTASA
Hand In Hand - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
i like to be formal with you
so we walk hand in hand in the park.
more civil, we go just there
talking, not the kissing
and the hugging, for that would
go beyond the norms of
simple acceptable intentions.
but look at you, you are lonely still
you dress your face with that
grumbling look of an old ass hole.
tonight we go walking again
under the moon under the stars
we stop under the big tree
we'll do what makes us free
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