In Whatever Situation, Whenever I Can Be Found Poem by RIC BASTASA

you shall look for me
i know, you shall miss me

you think, this is the last
a swan song

no, you are bound by your own
longing
my word, my sighs

my soul moaning for love
my love singing
the ecstasy of outburst

the gentleness of the eyes
the softness of my lips

the caresses of my hands
the plateau of my belly

you shall look for me
inside your mind

and then, tears shall fall
for i am no longer there

without within
for i can no longer stay under the soles

of your feet.