Women Sometimes

women sometimes
are a handful, a breastful,
a body beautiful,

you think they are so easy
to handle,
cutie pie, sweetie pie,
pity pie?

sure. they're a handful
of pretty pretty breastful
pretty, pretty petty bodies..

fondle, coddle, and
lots of doodles...

but oh, without them,
what will this world of mine be?

a desert. a dry pond.
a well without water.
drought the whole year round.
cracking lips.
labyrinths without an exit.
tunnels without light.
dogs without a master.
birds unfed and dead.
skulls without a skin.
bones without flesh.
blood without veins.
nails without fingers.
pen without a paper.
milk without water.
bed without blankets and pillows.
hands without fingers.
face without eyes.
and so on and so forth.

let me have them all
in my crowded room.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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