The Night After Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Night After Love



it makes me guilty sometimes
that i prefer
to be alone
early in the morning
but the happiness of simply being myself
embraced
in the silence of my own arms
transmutes this
stone into
a sunflower

i guess you have felt the
magic
that solitude brings
when lovers finally part ways
after
that ecstatic fusion of light
and motion.

Thursday, November 24, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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