The Second Lover...

there are mountains
with the power of air pockets
that suck planes
and they are
surprisingly not ever found
not a doll or
a shoe,
somehow everything is given
in the losing
somehow you are like that mountain
and i am that plane
that gladly falls on your lap
happily dying

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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