The Shams Of Charms.... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

i always come back to you
surrender all my arms
as you embrace me
like all those nights when
you keep on telling me that
someone too loves you
truly, once, twice
many years ago
or about a month
recently, one is simply
uncertain about
love's itinerary

(or is it love? who minds
what words are, what they mean?)
same story with me
and i keep repeating them
and i know
you do not really listen well
thinking that i am one of those
congenital liars
composing poems for
the nights

and we ride on that same boat
to fantasy
dreamboats of rainbow colors

after which we
disembark as strangers again
as we whisper the usual
we know
we know how to manage
these kind of

a masked party of naked selves
on the the bed of roses and

did we call it sin and in such
a whimper?
what is a whimper?
a whim? capering whims?
caprices of
mending wounds

something is good and it is neither bad
or good
it just makes us
more human like white breathing
newly born
worms scattered beneath the rotten
roots of palm trees

but anyway
this is it... goodbye and take care
for we shall meet again
whatever name we call ourselves

i am Gregor and you
are Jenny
and we do not know where we live
and where
we are going...

(shh, aren't we charmingly

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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