Random Images At 2 In The Morning.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

smooth
comes after rough,

not that easily,
time, waves, rage,

tongue and
chopstick, and

moon and skin,
abdomen,

tongue and lips,
too much tongue


tied, tight and
slippery, that

hold of so many
hands,

sliding doors and
candle lit

rooms with aroma
of pepper and

chandeliers above
plaster of Paris

heads, busts, and
strong legs,


i gaze at that
but my true love

is over there,
not really desire

which is much
hidden under those

layers of formal
attires.