This Idiot..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

how could i call you
an idiot? when you are
my echo.
when you are myself
in the mirror and i am
facing you
and when i utter the word
i shall hear it
and it shall permeate my
whole being
which is all yours.

how could i call you an
idiot
my own mistake
my sweetest mistake
facing me
and making love to me
in the dark
i feel myself making
love to myself
whose name i cannot call
without violating myself

this idiot.