Intimacy....

it is more
in the mind, and so the brain
makes a room
for us
two,

we shut up the mouth of
the universe

we fall short of the words
which we have mastered

it is the moan
of loneliness meeting another
moaning of
emptiness

glasses are made full and then
we empty them
and then we fill them all again
with what
we cannot really fully
comprehend

we have thrown away everything
shed off clothes, skin,
thoughts

wind to wind and rain to rain
and then in the silence of the room
after
sunlight slowly creeps in
from the
shutters of our
windows...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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