The First Love You Have Made With Poem by RIC BASTASA

darkness
is a mole

the skin
becomes an
ocean

wide wide
wild wild
imagination
like dolphins
and seagulls

a big idea
comes like
a whale

light is a needle
like a pine

a cone is a fruit
of waiting

what i see
is a fireplace

a lighthouse
no one is a ship

not one is a port
on this

emptiness engulfing
a big idea

of a whale and
planktons

sounds of sipping
coffee on my

table like
a piece of yellow


paper like a lake
where letters

become kayaks where
speaking becomes

a waterfall hitting
rocks

where swimmers always
find time to

laugh like children
once, away from

books, away from
imposing fathers

dispensed from
impulsive mothers


as memories flock
like doves upon

a wire, a thread of
thoughts connecting

into something not
so significant but

lingering like a
lingerie of the

first love you have
made with.