Eighteen

a moon to shine above us
a night where we sleep
a blanket to keep us warm
and a bed where we can
sleep together

throughout
this darkness
this cold
we shall not even
tell
what we really
feel

it is just between
our lips
and our
navels.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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