Looking At A Pair

as i turn my back
something happens behind
a hand lands on a lap
and i
imagine it happening inside my mind
and i follow it with
this quick turn

they're there a
lovey-dovey pair

their smiles
and tongues-in-cheek
confessing an innocence that is hard to spell

something that they swallowed
like an open secret
inside their throats

the other lonely student at the other side
of the room scribbles something
on a note and he passes it to me and it says

society tolerates its own sons of aberrations.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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