Simply Must You Speak the Truth...

tonight,
the air spreads the news
our single witness is the moon
on windows that open
on lights divine and yet dim
skin to skin, no clothes to bother
like the way you make love with me
when you feel like it say it
do not attempt to choose the word
euphemism does not work here
speak the truth
in simple terms

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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