You see, you really never know everythin

g.

i know and i accepted it
there are always blind spots,
the sullenness
the impact of the rushing desire to plunge between
the breasts
land in the middle of ecstasy

then it stops. then there is the stare
some things begin to emerge that you do not like

you do not really like it.
the honeymoon is over.

yet the love-hate is still there
you cannot leave
on that stickiness of not knowing how to live without her

the pair is perfect they keep on saying
they do not know what is inside
rotten and foul

but how can you tell them?
and you?

you have invested much.
divorce is unnecessary.

you untangle? then you die.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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