Things Better Forgotten Poem by RIC BASTASA

Guilty was I,
With you, oh how my heart beat
Like a drum, with you, but
I was wrong, they will always
Say without doubt

I am wrong, I
Can never be
Right with this

They will judge us
Always with conviction
And I go the prison
Of my conscience

A thought of you
Is like a rusty bed
Squeaking to my
Humiliation but
It was something
I always remember
With a titillating
Armpit & sleepy eyes.

I lay there after
Wards with eyes
Looking beyond
My feet hung on
A rocking chair,

So sweet and yet
So guilt stricken &
There shall nothing
Be like this again.

When I see you, I
Begin to understand
My own limitations

I love you I always
Will love you, always.

That is threshold of
My ecstasy & the
Fence of what is
Mine & mine alone.

You are enough, you
Were so sweet but
Better be forgotten

Now, forever you
Pain me, you pain me.