Hanging... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Hanging...



we like to make love
but sleep invades
we wake up we say
we like to make love
but dreams keep on
holding us apart
we decide to touch
to simply touch the
surface at the middle
portion of this age,
we shy away from
deeper penetration.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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