In Said Dream Poem by RIC BASTASA

i only have your
body and you had mine
but i never see any
sign
any inkling that you
want to retain
what i give you
there is this secret feeling
inside
that detests what is
happening
there is this wanting to an
ending
that never ends somehow
inside that dream
what sleeps wakes up
again
and my hands meet
the same lovely stranger
the same
lusts all over my face and
tongue
a feast of what
(poisonous) and yet so sweet
a delicacy that
your feet are giving away
i take them
without having felt any fullness
and i wake up
again
full of regrets that what you can give
like what i can give
is only
this body and so the whole night
after i wake up
the soul grieves
upon a shattered wish
upon a thirst
that can never be quenched.