The Way I Presume It My Love... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i always check the landscape of
love, and so when i kiss you i do not
close my eyes.

you say that you do not love me
and that you never care for love and
that you kiss anyone that comes into
your land,

i doubt it for i check the landscape of
your love and when i kiss you you close
your eyes.

i see you but you do not see me but i know
you have seen the whole of me when you close
your eyes and there i am
the only me in the landscape of your love.