Love Dialogue

love restrained
soon finds itself
answering
unasked questions,

reversals you
say
answers first
before the
questions

mysterious ways
unfathomable
depths

short feet and
clipped wings

claws surrendered
beaks tied

white banner
on enemy ships

things that squirt
like squids on black fluids

we are lost somewhere
soon things clear

like oxidized stains
wrinkled hands

wash your face
hide the tears

too many hands
for me coping up

i am a body
touch me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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