In Search Of The Sensual Pleasures Of Art - Poem by RIC BASTASA

my mind overflows, this search for
the sensuality of art,

the curves, luscious mouths, soft arms,
white legs, hair flowing

as though the rains from the
emerald forest do not stop

a shower of the blessings
of the flesh

shapes and forms of love
speaking and caressing
in whispers,

my poetry desires all of them
... that night when i was so young
and spirited and so secretive
about the what the dark
night gives me
in full

and no one is talking.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 8, 2010

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