Into The Tunnel Of Fantasy

to kill love, one must imagine the ugliness
of a capture

a bird in a cage unable to sing
a lion lying low a tiger moving to and fro
inside bars

i once thought about a gun, a hand that pulls a trigger
to kill a love wasted as it is unrequited

on the other hand, it is the blood that dances upon each vein
a tongue singing
a mouth salivating
a heart doing its pumping
a rush of adrenalin

which keeps us so alive and so
why should i murder it with a forgetting?

i shall take it
hide it, and at night i shall imagine it with me

passionately, passionately
the face of love that finds its way
back to the secret tunnel
of fantasy.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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