A Loveless Poem

on top of me
you proclaim your glory

you moan
in sweet agony

you hold my hair
like i am your slave

you lay your soul
like i am only
a thigh

you push me
like two legs
of a male body

you close your eyes
and claim
myself as another
conquered territory

i look at the ceiling
looking for leaks

i grip the blanket
on the side of the bed
groping for
confidences

i go inside myself
asking my soul
if a love poem
is possible.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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