Secret Gazes...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

this morning when
you serve breakfast
unwittingly our
sights
crossed

the way you look
at me
is like that feeling
when a pig is
stabbed and
slaughtered for
this feast

i did not escape
your gaze
as i understand you
completely

the way you stab
this silence
is commensurate
to the bleeding
of my emptiness

if you look carefully
enough
i was like a dead
tree shedding off
all my leaves of
regrets

the sweet flavor
of the food that
you serve
upon me
if you stay a
little longer
reached
the heavens of us
both.