Because Love Begets Love

you hide the shadow of a man
inside your bra

it is not funny your bra bulges like
a bone

someone hides a woman's breast inside
his pants

tits on his pockets like pebbles on the beach

there is something bitchy over there
it is laughing

someone wears a heavily tinted sunglasses
imagination thinks about someone else

hands are traitors too and feet never run away
from a confrontation of lusts

we know we have secrets and we are comfortable with all
these
without the need of telling
why

we understand
we simply want to survive the heat and
the cold

the days that torture us
torture as no more

we love these secrets and of course
these secrets love us too

love begets love
in discreet cold and comfortable places of the heart

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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