I Am A Puppy To Your Soft Hands... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we are
attuned to this kind
of love,

this one does not
sing, though it can
does not say
i love you very much
though it can
and wants to,
this one cannot hold
a hand
though it has two.

i have no word for
you my secret beloved.
you do not say
anything, please, it
is better this way.

if you say it, i will be
hurt. If you hold me, it
be so shocking.

kiss me, you do not.
so i kiss you, and i close
my eyes, and i open them
again
to see you in this kiss
with closed eyes


which makes me suspect
that after all, in this kind
of love,
you love me too
you love me so.

how i wish i die
and live again to another
life

i am a puppy to your
soft hands
which i lick in front
of everybody.