I Know That It Is Him Whom You Love And Not Me

i know that it is him whom you love
because when i left your backyard

despite the silence and the emptiness
of that hollow space

despite the absence of the wind
the umbrella in your hand begins to dance

your foot too caught in the act of pointing a toe
as though it will dance a hulaballo

he is coming and you can smell the perfume of his shadow
seven high mountains away from here

despite the fact that i am still about an inch away from the
bamboo fence of your house

when the wind from the champaca tree whispers his name
your heart beats and in an instant you have become a flirt.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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