Notes After The Tryst... Poem by RIC BASTASA

and i will not forget
what was it that was you,
half green and half yellow
half fresh and half ripe,
it is that which was above
you which i really took note
of, and which, perhaps i shall
not forget, because even in
the dark, i still feel the
redness of your lips,
wet and tender, and in the
heat so crispy and luscious.

you are the kiss, the life of
my life, and this happened
as i watch you, in so much
intimacy and nearness,
you closed your eyes and
felt me, so real and present.