Who Minds The Curtains? Poem by RIC BASTASA

to you the riddle
comes with an obvious answer.
nothing willbe said.
when you ask
it is the wink that does it all.

when we kiss you always bite
my upper lip.

the bird finally finds its
nest


the songs begin to sing themselves.

the stars are so beautiful
hanging upon a black canvass.

behind the door the void is left
walking all alone by itself.

inside the room love feasts upon
love, as the symphony of moans begin

who minds the curtains? who minds
the fullness of the moon at the park?