Pure Feeling Poem by RIC BASTASA

so you desire nothing more
except

pure feeling,

how can i write about
feeling?

pure feeling?

yes, without words, without borders
no laces,
plain cloth, sand on the pillow

mold on the hammock,
lost worm wriggling on the shiny floor,

bird flying on brisk wings
towards places that i imagine,

deep into the sea
breathless

i lay my head upon your thighs
without looking at your eyes as i close mine in full trust

you thrush upon me
in the darkness of it all

love that rebuilds my empire
desire that puts moon on my evening sky

pure feeling
no direction, nothing to ask and nothing to give

i ask sometimes if i am right
if it is possible.