Women Sometimes Poem by RIC BASTASA

Women Sometimes



women sometimes
are a handful, a breastful,
a body beautiful,

you think they are so easy
to handle,
cutie pie, sweetie pie,
pity pie?

sure. they're a handful
of pretty pretty breastful
pretty, pretty petty bodies..

fondle, coddle, and
lots of doodles...

but oh, without them,
what will this world of mine be?

a desert. a dry pond.
a well without water.
drought the whole year round.
cracking lips.
labyrinths without an exit.
tunnels without light.
dogs without a master.
birds unfed and dead.
skulls without a skin.
bones without flesh.
blood without veins.
nails without fingers.
pen without a paper.
milk without water.
bed without blankets and pillows.
hands without fingers.
face without eyes.
and so on and so forth.

let me have them all
in my crowded room.

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