Harmonizing The Chaos Poem by RIC BASTASA

how many heads do you have now?
five. yes five more faces.
the mouths have become your problem.
they do not seal their lips and you
crave for the silence of the crabs.
the teeth gnash, they are afraid of the
ash. the gums, yes the gums are weak
and they are not spitting out what the tongue
has been keeping.

silence. you issue the order.
they wait for the words from your heart.
they keep on waiting.
they are looking for love like you.
but there isn't any, and so they keep their
own chaos now. the tongue is licking
every part of your body and the eyes
are busy with the pictures of two shadows
making love against the light.

the hands are gentle and they start to caress
the roots of your loneliness.

love, love, love, the lips begin to whisper.
the heart wakes up from a deep slumber
and now it assumes the role
of the storyteller.

once upon a time...
and now they begin to listen again.

once upon a time, there lived a very lonely princess
and there was this prince riding on a white horse
from the castle in the sky............

the princess turned to stone
because the prince never kissed her.