RIC S. BASTASA


Manhood - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

in the center of my garden
of paradise
i stand alone
naked facing a mirror pool
where i see my
own image

i raise my hands to touch
the moon
it is golden on a sheen of fingers
touching my body

i squirt
too much light
so many seeds of light

some tiny hungry grass forms
have mouths
open

drinking some dews from the leaves
of my body

this is the cycle of my
solo existence

squirts of light
when the moon fades in a universe of dark space
it is so silent

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009



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