It Is Natural..... Poem by RIC BASTASA
It Is Natural.....
when you say that you love me
i do not really believe you
your hands wrap my neck like
some kind of steel chains
and then you plant a kiss on my hair
there is nothing there that grows
it is like a stone that you hit a bird with
and the bird falls from the branch of a tree
dead on the ground
and then you dismiss it as something
natural, birds die
stone hits.
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