<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488129" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Foremostly, I Am Still Beast...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i shall not restrain myself forever, <br>flowers open to the sun somehow, <br>buds turning into full orange petals<br>red centers, glossy views of the<br>coming days, <br>i am bound, i have long accepted that, <br>my hands have ropes as stems, <br>but my heart is too a sharp knife<br>that cuts across those hidden<br>boundaries of my own being<br>i am free, this morning, i tell myself<br>beside you, i am, unbound and you<br>look at the happy angle of my face, <br>half-moon, half-sun, half-beast<br>half-human, <br>at a certain hour of the day, <br>i wish i have achieved a certain<br>divinity of my thoughts, <br>but soon, these all crumple, i am not<br>that mostly, i am beast, <br>i am undefined, but most of all, <br>i content with the mystery<br>that you still love me.<br>my fingers run wild over the belly<br>of your body, the navel tells the story<br>of love and hate, <br>the mind closes some more<br>there is no distraction anymore about the<br>promises of certainties, <br>for these are all unnecessary.<br>meanwhile, the emptiness rests on the floor<br>like a dog, <br>the desire to be beast is on top of the bed<br>with you, another beast, <br>on mutual tolerances.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488129" data-title="Foremostly, I Am Still Beast... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i shall not restrain myself forever, flowers open to the sun somehow, buds turning into full orange petals red centers, glossy views of the coming days, i am bound, i have long accepted that, my hands have ropes as stems, but my heart is too ..."></div> </div> </div>

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