Ms. Imagination..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

sunset with you along the boulevard
holding hands
wet glimpses
caressing your hair
more than often
a very slow walk
as we hear the soft (as
though
sounds of love) songs of the waves
of the sea as though
licking the skin of the sandy shores...

some children are looking
and their mothers too
and we who are in love simply do not mind
we have only eyes for each other
hands for our hands
as our skin rub sometimes
when we become too close like ham to sandwich
as something in us begins to grow
like a seed overcoming the veil of the earth
on some beautiful changes we strive
how we look at this world beautifully
with all excitements...

i give you a word for it: melodramatic

i may imagine of a room and a bed and dim lights
and smell of sweat with lots of moans and then the silence
of exhaustion,

tell me more about this: say what you want to say
ms. imagination.