Terms Of Endearment... Poem by RIC BASTASA

if only i were free
i could have told you
at face, holding your
hand, and caressing
your face your hair
and kiss your lips and
say, i love you.

but i am not and so
here i am sitting in my
throne of emptiness
writing poems and
getting through it in
my private journals,
and imagining happiness
and other beautiful
moments that did not
really happen, and
at night when i am
asleep, even in my
dreams, i hold your
hand, caress your hair,
touch your body,
kiss your lips and
then i whisper to your
ear, i love you.