The Letter M For M. Poem by RIC BASTASA

all letters to me
when i was that smart and strong
and adventurous
are the same, not even meant to be
read, i mean, some letters
are but objects of another sound
all sounding monotonous,
until i met you, the letter m
too small at first had
become capitalized for me
day and night,
perhaps even for the last days
of my life, a secret which
you and i only
know, inside a word the letter
m becomes a divine thing,
occupying the seat of god,
and i let it be,
i flow with it, tasting its
delicate flavor, which i only
keep to myself with you.

too late for me to think
that you are destroying me
without malice, or
intent, and so i set it aside
for a while
for me to escape from the dungeon
of illusion.

i have to choose between the
deep blue sea and the devil,
and i perfectly understand it,
and i do not utter a syllable
or a word, to clear my mind
from you,

your helplessness is my liability.
my education has become my
Achilles' heel
but i made an oath,
i shall not be taken away
i shall not be overwhelmed with love
and its mistakes
i keep my tongue.

you are the sky,
i must remain on earth.
let this division be
clear
there shall be no
ocean in between.