The Philanderer.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

so many of them
parading naked in the memories
of nights and days
lights of smooth flesh
flashing
on the walls
soundlessly

one is good at first
and then the other tastes lesser
one splashes perfume
to lighten
the load
this search this thirst
this hunger
that arrives at nothing

the mind wanders at night
restlessly
there is a whisper from the faraway wind

and then
the ear listens

it is not any of them
not one
it is you and your restlessness
forever
hand in hand
this thirst unquenchable
this hunger
that feeds upon itself
insatiable.