We Are Both Suns. - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

now i must understate
you. Mere pleasure. A toy doll.
A toy gun.
fantasy play. One that i can take
and throw away.
a game. and we are children on
the sands of time.
there are no days in this plays.
nights do not exist.
time is a hush. i make love to you.
you make the same thing.
expectations are taboo.
today you are on a trip to the
hills. i stay in the city.
i watch black birds migrating
to another island.
i imagine boats and clouds.
as i begin to write
a letter to myself.
this is my universe.
we are both suns.


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