It Is Over Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is over and there will be closing statements
do not tell me about some cliches
that i have improved in the exchange
of mutualities, that i have satisfied every quiver of your
clit, that i have become an expert of long distance
love, that i know what prolongation means,
you seem to imply that i am not responsible
for the movement of my thighs and legs
that i do not know how to breathe
to the ryththm of a love poem
its beat and intensity
that i must claim that you are forced into such a sweet
submission
you do a lot of talking
i snore.

it is over. Be the best magician.
Vanish yourself.

it is over now. I had enough of enough.
i am dead.