Ahh An Evening Of Poetry

an evening of poetry
goes beyond words and images

beyond thought
beyond what we care about

darkness fingers itself in the room
when you turn off the light

moans suppressed
like a poem restrained from a loud reading
because
something is so beautiful
and someone
tiptoes

not to destroy
the arrangement of the furniture

too careful
not to break a code
of the white porcelain

one speaks sub rosa
in whispers because love is too private
to savor.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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