Come One

come one
come all

let us have
another party

with words
and songs

let us
pretend
that our
ribs are
guitar rings

and our hands
are tambourines

and our
mouths are
flutes

and our
walls and posters
our friends
and guests

under the moon
on this cold
night
inside our room

let us be
joyful as the precious
children
of this universe
worshipping
God above

come one
come all
let us dance
and make...love.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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