This Ever Lasting Void Which Makes Us Do What We Still Do Not Know Poem by RIC BASTASA

we are looking
for goodness and kindness
in the body of another
who thinks that a hand
is out of the sharing
the hair exclusive for
her head and those thighs
are only for display those
feet serve nothing but
locomotion. Yet everyone
demands kindness which
everyone does not give.

i would have asked for
a kiss but your eyes flame
in anger, your fingers close,
your lips are bitten by your
own teeth.

were these signs of an
unhappy childhood? was there
trauma still hiding inside
those layers of molestation?

if you have only seen
how the birds fly and live
in those forest ways
if you have only felt the
freedom of the blood inside
your veins
you could have learned
to give love even if you
do not feel like giving
it
you could have seen
how distress strikes in
the eyes of the other

meanwhile the dogs
are howling because you
closed the gate
taking their madness to
the moon till noon

i've seen rivers
i've seen skies
i feel a free universe
floating in a never
ending space

it is this smallness
that is still unable to
contain all these
joys
these fears
this ever lasting
void
which makes us do
what we still do not know