Tricks Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is an open hole
inviting, and you get inside the hole
and there is no coffee there but it is great
warm, and soft, and so enticing, you want to stay for a while
and there is so much mutual liking, you are the peg on that round hole,
no, you're not the pig and she is not a bitch,
she's beautiful like a flower less the fruit
or the frost, and you are beautiful too plus the grease
on her stalks and sepals,
she is the open hole and you're the round peg,
and there is this war of the roses and the bees
and there is this language of love
that both of you wish to truly speak.
it ended like the wings of the butterfly
slashed from its body
it is sad it is beautiful
brieflessly
& breathlessly
devoted to
you.