back to the emptiness that God can only fill....

it always begins with
the face,

arms, then the body,
then back

to the lips again,
deeper

into the tongue
and even

to the throat
wishing to touch

the heart which
takes

so much effort of
your soul

you rush back to
the toes

and nape and
back

all these, triggered
by that unseen

force of love,
which slips despite

the force of ten
fingers

the neurons fail
and the lapses

begin, you compromise
with the

outburst and you
stop

thinking once again
the mystery

of that x that
can never be captured

and so back to
emptiness again

that God can
only fill.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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