A Recital Of The Past Still Not Forgotten

inside that room then
i was so young
my age
the strong rod

it was dark
as you turn off the lights
what we do not wish to see
we only have
to feel
the lips and hands
in harmony

i am the sun
you are the darkness that i invade

nothing defeats me
as you too conquer me
absurd
the invader and the invaded
all win

there is the language
that we still
do not speak
but which our tongues are still eager
to taste
back then when food no longer
satisfies
our own kind of hunger
when waters bathe our bodies
yet our mouth
still keep opening for more

just once, it was just once
but by all means still the best

i thought it wasn't love
i joke upon it and tries to forget

i am the sun enveloped
by the veil of time
i try to open my self and relieve myself of this
burden of dimming light
i can't

you are a memory
my scar always recites your name
you are still
my sweetest pain

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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