Creating The Haze In The Distance

you must have finally realized
the meaning of moonlight
the reason for shadows
the justification for twilight
the madness of mornings without love
the nights that dance with the flesh
you must have eaten the red apple
from the beginning it was forbidden
there are sparks all over your hair
electricity in its static forms
smooth as silk and frictionless as a flamboyance
there is this distance between each star each planet
things move on their own now
systematically you see a universe
yours and mine
now we start again from the beginning
ask me for my name
ask me where do i live
ask me what is the reason for my being
ask me why i live why i still do not want to die
we meet we talk we laugh and then we part
as usual so casual as causal as destined.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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