To A Friend With Lgtb Dreams Of His Own Poem by RIC BASTASA

too dreams of the beauty of
nudities

bareness, smoothness
of lines and
curves that take you
to the places of your
heart

you are the man
chosen to a dreamland
of the body of
the woman

you feast upon
normal delicacies
and you invite
that friend for a drink
and a show

he is suffering
his mind flies like a lonely hawk
in the desert

most of the times
he feels the horror of
the vultures

preying upon the rotten
flesh of dead lovers
the stink of his
unrequited experiences

love is bitter
happiness so slippery
he can only hold the
tails of the fish
the tips of bird's beak

he buys a painting
that touches his heart
and makes him
a bleeding pigeon
throughout the night

if you know him
too well
you should have
cried with him

from far this friend
writes
a very sad letter

it is all about longing
it all about being unloved
condemned just like
the hands of Midas