Tease

shall i fly with you on a first class suite
to the blue skies
the soft cottony clouds our mattresses
the moon our bed
the stars our glittering lights and the wind
of the night
our air conditioning delights

how the grass shall envy us
how the earth shall look at us with suspense

as we make love till dusk and as tired as lovers are
we sleep like two white feathers left inside the nest

we like to think that way
but how can this ever be?

night and day, that is what we are, how can we ever be together?
earth and sky, floor and ceiling

two parallel lines running in opposite directions
we shall never ever meet

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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