The Great Void Poem by RIC BASTASA

as i grope for words,
i let go my hold for something so important
as love, and something more important as lust,
i let go off these two, as i grope for words
to give you something more important than love or sex
or even politics,

i grope for something so important.
i look for it, and then seemingly it is gone.

and now i still wonder, what was it? was it a white moth?
or a black butterfly?

was it the void in me? you see, let me tell you frankly,
never in my life has love or sex once ever
fill me,
and so,
i try something more fulfilling than that:
not love not sex
not lust not even
tenderness

but the emptiness
which we have everyday
the one that i worship

the one that reminds me
of
God.