Plain Poem by RIC BASTASA

spread. white.
thin. two x two.
rectangular,
you stretch your imagination.

open a scar again.
remove the cut.
undress.

open your lips.
pout.

kiss my feet.
rise.

kiss my head.
i will kneel

don't. please remain
standing.

my tongue can do it.
only for you.

i cannot say a word.
tongue
tied.

i am licking a stamp.
preparing this
mail to a faraway
lover.

i remember what licking
is beside
a stamp.

my feet are too small
for this task. i may ask the help
of four hands.

i have only one
held by this hand.

too much silence here.
i have this thick blanket
and the wind is
too cold.

there is a point
that i toss with my nails

it rolls like a line
and

i am connecting to you
thighs. thighs.

strong legs, and a very warm
pair of lips.

how can i be numb?
you are far.
that is not fair.


i make love to you.
my mind is a traveller into that thousand nights.