Making Love..... Cork To Wine...

to really please my senses
this time
i make a poem without balls

it is something erotic
i do not talk about a revolution
i am away from any motive
a hidden agenda
i step down to the lower level
of social irrelevance

you touch my body
you kiss my lips
we lie down to bed
you are my moon
i am a hill
we let go the bluebirds from our mouths
scatter them
to the universe

they are all free now
as we embrace tightly like
i am the cork
to your bottle of
wine.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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