Roca

lovely rock
heart shaped beside the shore of this old
historical spot

g-spot of jose meeting josephine
they made love here, so much love, to the envy of the trees and the vines

the moon so full and the stars too many
in silence

they have no stories to tell about the the traces
where they went
how they die and how we ought not to remember

pain buried on the sands of time
springing as corals and crustaceans from the deepest floors of

the bleeding heart to the deepest sea.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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