This Beautiful Silence Of My Lips Always Curling For Lots Of Love. Poem by RIC BASTASA

not all the things that
you desire can be grabbed
by that hands of yours or
even mine

we can be silent and scheming
in the taking
waiting for the darkness that
the seductive night offers

we can take one and not talk
about it the following morning
we can savor a memory like a loved
one whose name we cannot say
even to the windows of the soul.

i've taken love, once, twice and
many more yet my mouth is shutting up
like the door of the abandoned house.

who shall speak with its mouth full?
who can say i am happy with all the
beautiful songs singing inside me?

i keep you as the other door of my house
behind the front, at the end of the kitchen
where the fire keeps burning where the
chimney shows its smoke like one lover
always breathing for more, for one which
i can no longer give.

Hence, this beautiful silence of my lips
always curling for lots of love.