..The Fury Of The Eyes Of One Who Does Not Believe In Love Anymore Poem by RIC BASTASA

Anna, you should know
how it is to kiss dead lips

how to find where love has gone
mad into streets without names

how it feels to be in the desert
again in the middle of nowhere

at this coldest night
where my heart has found no shelter

you could have seen the fury of
protest from the eyes of one

who does not believe in love anymore
who is dead and has no choice left

what to do with coldness
how to be a friend of an angry wind?