I Read Some Poems Today Poem by RIC BASTASA

i read some poems
today, and these are
poems about the flesh
touching another flesh

like the lips touching
another lips, a kiss to
another kiss, like a
body rubbing another
body, and then it went

higher than that, a
spirit touching another
spirit, ablaze, like some
flints catching fire, like

that desolate house
of bukowski where parents
forbid the children to see
that man with beautiful
eyes, on his pajama
wet with his sweat and
carrying a rhum on his
right hand and a cigarette
between his mouth.

i see, this is all about
isolation, a man's way
of getting away from
the maddening crowd

his way of loving himself
and making a part of
himself grow and glow.

the door bell rings
someone is calling
'anybody home? '

i am pressing my fingers
on some letters
my left hand rests and
touches my crouch

the woman with a shrill
voice finally stops and
leaves and i hear her
footsteps departing

i am silent, i am awake
finally i find my way home.