Knowing You Knowing Me

after all, i see you
what invincibility is there?

do not take pride
in hiding, it has no name

open up like a bud into
a rose
like hands reaching
for a stalk
of air
or rain

i do not ask you
to think of someone

this is not the place
of remembering but simply

a place to be
just a word without a
face

a sound without
the lips

it is just feeling a wall
a contour

a body with a little warmth
on one
cold night that i expect

or shall i say
I except.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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