That Evening....

that evening i smell the stinking truth
hidden inside your rain
clothes
when i get near you i am badly
bitten
by its sharp teeth
its forked tongue
makes me tremble
but because i love you
i swallowed all these in the deepest
layer of
patience
i shall enter the castle of your being
and so i still have to swim
this moat.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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