I Imagine

i imagine
you
thinking woman

your elbow
calloused
on the table
by so much
thinking

your legs
scarred
your bottoms
bothered
by innumerable
ideas
coming out
from your
head
like the
colored
sparks
of the fourth
of July

i imagine
you sitting
on your study
a heated
chair
a burning
table

a room
crowded
with a lot
of warring
ideas

a bed
not enticing
you to sleep

i imagine
you thinking
woman

scribbling
your poems
burning
a dozen
candles

i imagine
your fury
your disappointments
your disgrace
your fall
from their
grasp

the bump
of your head
on their
shallow waters

thinking woman
be pleased
in truth

i have not
offended you

all my hairs
have decided
to fall
on the floor

and my eyes
have lost
the need
for eyelids

and be happy
we still talk
in the lines
of this
unstoppable
poetry

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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