Undivulging... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is this kind of thing
that i know
and always does

just me in the pleasure
of such
and the silence of the
other
in sucha way that i do
not know what is
within

at this moment
who cares? such an innocent fly
that i could have
swatted
but which i didn't

ah, these misdeeds that we keep
that we do in secret
that we still love remembering
that if another moment comes
though in a surprise
surely we would do again all for
nothing.