A Question To My Lover

what is it that i
desire really from you?

is it your body?
is it your wisdom?
is it your time?
is it your concern?

i have tasted
every skin of your body
i have taken much
of your time
i have listened from
your wisdom
i have much of your
care
and yet i am still
empty

i have consumed you
like bread and
have drunk you like
a glass of wine
yet there is still something
that i desire from you
and yet i still do not know

or is it that it is not
really you that i desire
but someone else?

and how many more?
yes how many more
shall i waste and yet find
no answer?

will you finally kill me at
the end of this
betrayal?

what is it that i desire?
self, tell me now.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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