At The Back Of My Mind...

and so you ask
where is the place of the truth?
i do not wish to speak
but i know somehow when we are together
in the secret places of our
hearts

i do not look into your eyes
for they are pools of water that may drown me
there is no peace there
except some
suspicions

i touch your lips with the softness of my fingers
like they are roses
and i am but dew

i know where it is
but i will not tell you still
you cannot look back now
i am thrushing into
it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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