Pee Itch

this is the only
hiding place
a resting place
from so much
unrest

this is my refuge
away from
religion

this is my secret garden
away from pollution

i pee here
and i itch here

i undress myself
and you love it

i do not speak that
much i only write

you keep on hearing
and searching

we meet here
without seeing each other

we laugh
without hearing the laughter

and when we leave
we know

something is left
but we are not certain what it is
exactly

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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