Who Am I

i am not what you
think, i guess, that is not
what i want myself
to be,
i am what you
can touch
i am presence to you
in the same manner
that you must
be present to me
to be real
for i do not want any
drama
a self is not a play of words
an opera of songs
and dances
for you to be real
to me
i must touch you.
ditto with me.
i am my body so must
you be.
To be souls, don't mind,
we can be
later.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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