The Sea Is My World

the little world
in symbols
becomes a comfortable
pillow

years coiling like
the chambers of
the nautilus

secrets abound under
a canopy
of leaves

green eyes brown hands
silk palms

i thrive in
symbolism now i
tell allegories
to you

it is best for me
that you do not
understand

for by then when light
comes
i shall be hurt again

how can you
understand a smile atop
a giggle

the loudness of your
laughter shall
drown me

and i become a boat
deep under

the sea is my world
i eat silence

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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