Looking At You

looking at you early morning
makes my nerves run like kids
desire rises to the skies
like smoke of my fires
seeing you naked in my dreams
walking in the sands of my seas
strands of lights from my heavens
in a flash you come and in a flash you leave
and then the rain of pains
i become this soil
absorbing everything
cracks and crevices
holes and emptiness
mud and muddle
drenched and flooded.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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