I Do Not Long For Your Eyes Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not long for your eyes
not your hands
not your breasts
you do not entice me
anymore that you used to
seduce my
silence,
you have become the noise
on my streets
of desire, the canals have
overflowed
and the flowers on the garden
do not have red roses
the weeds are thriving
but in his house
i must still live with you
there is no choice
but the same silence
that came with you
when you seduced me
into this trap
i want to spell the word
home, love,
fidelity.
Help me spell all the other
words for me.
I am groping
for those that lie deep
and strange.