The Kiss...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

and i will kiss
you, this time i am drunk
with my poetry
and i shall kiss you
again and again
with the secrecy of love
and its
inhibitions and
its prohibitions

love has nothing to do
with this
and you know it
it is futile as it is
non-productive

there will be no flowers
in my garden
no bees either
but just the wind in the
evening and the
dust in daytime

it is just a matter of
passing by
and nothing to say about
promises or what not
or what it is that lovers
always give hope to their
objects of affections

tonight after this kiss
you go towards your home
a happy home
and then i stay with a memory
of this kiss
alone in my room
and dream, and then i sleep
emptied of all expectations...