Before We Sleep..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are young
too inexperienced
for this kind of
suffering,

i perfectly understand
your doubts,
and so i keep my silence

i try to arrange some
words for you
but you are still
unprepared even
for the first syllable

that landed to this
crack in your lips

i turn off the light
you must forget my body

i touch your hair
your eyes, your lips

so that you can feel
my soul,
as beautiful and young
as yours,

for it is in this darkness
that we see most
it is in this blindness
that our other eyes open

to see such beauty, such
tenderness, such kind of

love that the eyes of light
cannot understand.

there will be no bones here
no flesh, just the very smell

of our moans and breaths
and the love songs before

we sleep.