A Tryst Poem by RIC BASTASA

I will not perish upon the
Thought
That life on this journeying
Is not worth living
Once I returned from a trip
Last summer
Something nocturnal
And the same

The girls may be different
And I may be older
Than you think
But oh my
I danced all night
Tirelessly
And you will say
That is not natural
And too prickly
But let me tell you
My dear
Do not be sad
Times simply goes
And will not wait

Seasons change
Our wrinkles multiply
And that is expected

But lest you forget
Whatever happens
Oh my! Life is
Still beautiful

please forgive me for
saying that the tombstones
do not frighten me

and I do not fancy
your pretensions
about the full moon
&
that tryst of the stars
&
those two shadows
under the trees