I Think, I Know Myself - Poem by RIC BASTASA

i think, i know
myself, ...i arrive
at the conclusion
of who i am, really,
when i look at you,
and i lift my
left hand to
hold the side of
my neck

my right hand
hidden inside
my pocket

i gaze at you that
long enough

you do not mind
there is no meaning attached

my hand caresses
my hair

my lips close my eyes open
my heart dancing

and you are
that event for this

i look at myself in the mirror
and say, ' a toast! '

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2009

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