The Room Is Stoic Playing Blind And Deaf As We Begin To Play The Forbidden Music Of Our Love..... Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Room Is Stoic Playing Blind And Deaf As We Begin To Play The Forbidden Music Of Our Love.....
you wait there too
at the usual place of
that secret tryst
a dark room
that smells of our past sweat
unwashed linens
and the antiquated silence
spoken of by those
who love
so discreetly
the room is stoic
playing blind
and deaf
as we begin to play
the forbidden music
of our love.....
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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