Deny Me Deny You

deny me
entry into your system
deny yourself
that gate of happiness
made for both
of us
from high above

deny ourselves
what we thought we really deserve
let our lips dry
let our minds go crazy
let the pillars between us
be as tall as the coconuts

let us accept for now
the bliss of freedom
let time simmer
let the ages age
let the wine bottle be sealed
and kept at the cellar

then we come back
for more surprises
how does our sweat taste after
all these years?

goodbye.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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