Spoon Feeding

when love is handed
on a platter
one begins to take
it for granted

when love is being
spoon-fed
on a mouth that
is not as hungry
as a lover
deprived of
sex for months
love becomes
so ordinary like
a traffic routine
like brushing your
teeth
every morning or
taking a hot shower
at night

love misses
wants something
like the adventures
of tarzan
the quest of freedom
for a
lawrence of arabia
love misses
those which are
film-like
a movie of the
night
where endings
sometimes
are too surprising
where beginnings
are strange
enough to know
that love has
just began

we must try
this: love unknown.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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