Sensual Night With Sense Poem by RIC BASTASA

you lay with some memories
your eyes fix on the ceiling
where images
begin to dance
like some fairies
with silk hair
and gossamer wings

you tire
with fairy tales and fantasies
you begin
a more mature approach
with your longings
inside this
empty room
for the night
where your waiting
for her
has become another
failure

you close your eyes
and look inside them
you hug your own
body with your
own arms
you bury yourself
on soft blankets
and pillows

you submerge
in ecstasy
your heart
throbbing
like crazy

and then
a raindrop
begins
to fall from
inside your
pains

falling
on the mountain
of your groin

you dropp dead
eyes closed
the pain
disappears
like some clouds
blown away

by this new wind
of coping up
and learning
with sense
sensuality
in automation

a flood of emotions
rush
to oblivion

tomorrow you wake
up and face a new
day again

they say you are a mature
person living life
that way it should be lived

coping up
self-automated
no misery seeking company

just being alone,
strong, and not needing help

from anyone.