When We Make Love

when we make love
someone surrenders
it could be me
at the prelude
as i promise you
my thighs and arms
my everything

you pretend you
believe me

and you take everything
i have

i pretend i have nothing
left
even my dreams
you shall take them
even my last hope
you shall have them

when everything is over
i give you the last kiss
i leave
you with nothing.

you surrender
pretense
i take with me
your truths.

you will say
you love me
now it is my time
to say

i don't.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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