RIC BASTASA


Remembering A Summer Fling - Poem by RIC BASTASA

we were short of pillows
and blankets
and it was raining hard
and so cold
inside an empty room
in fact
antiquated, abandoned
and dilapidated
windows
where we hear the
thunder and see
the lightning
cast two shadows
fusing as one
in fast motion

two short lived
and swift
but i can still
prettily remember
the sweet scent
of our sweat
the moaning sounds
drowned by the
heavy rain
and the silence
of bliss
which reigned
after

we left early
morning
since then
there is no
word for
each of us

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 2, 2008



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