Into The Tunnel Of Fantasy Poem by RIC BASTASA

to kill love, one must imagine the ugliness
of a capture

a bird in a cage unable to sing
a lion lying low a tiger moving to and fro
inside bars

i once thought about a gun, a hand that pulls a trigger
to kill a love wasted as it is unrequited

on the other hand, it is the blood that dances upon each vein
a tongue singing
a mouth salivating
a heart doing its pumping
a rush of adrenalin

which keeps us so alive and so
why should i murder it with a forgetting?

i shall take it
hide it, and at night i shall imagine it with me

passionately, passionately
the face of love that finds its way
back to the secret tunnel
of fantasy.