for M.

if indeed you are true and if indeed as you write it
you are love
and if indeed you are loved by many of them here
and you say you love them all
my dear M. why can't you have that little courage
of loving me in return
give me love like it were a morsel of bread
give me a piece of love
like it were a pinch
of salt.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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