RIC BASTASA


Your Incompleteness Completes Me - Poem by RIC BASTASA

tell what time
is it that you come

for i will make ready
myself as an empty
cup

tell me what time
that you are sad
for i will
turn myself into
syrup

the moments are all yours
and i your
pleasant servant
of love
must have nothing in mind
but love for you
your happiness

it does not matter what
shall i become
an empty cup and then
a sweet syrup
a knob of the door
a kettle or a floor

for i am nothing without you
your incompleteness
completes me.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013



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