Like A Knot Without An End. Poem by RIC BASTASA

When we talk

we are actually creating something

artistic between us

as i imagine us

weaving a fabric of

a relationship which is still

taking shape: i wonder if it is

a flower or

a butterfly or a boat

or an island

whatever is taking shape

in that mold

keep on talking as i listen

keep on pouring that

liquid candle

and let us see what is before

us: could just be me

or could just be you,

or us again, entwined in the

cold, like a knot

without an end.