Too Foolish? Poem by RIC BASTASA

must i be foolish
how can i not figure out the correct spelling of

love, when you are there
undressing and perfuming your bare back
and putting puff powder on your cheeks

when you let all the curtains fall
when you say you are finally sleepy
and on a dreamy state

as i still face this blank wall
looking for the word
the right letter
the next color of my imagination

have i not known bridges of steel?
pathways of the flesh?
have i not felt once the lusciousness of
your lips?

the softness of your thighs
and the the spasmodic gestures of your
abdomen?

i must be foolish to stick to the word
love and lust
i still misspell