Deductions Of A Lover.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i did not
push through
giving her
that book which

in one of those
not so distinguishing
pages

i have written about
her, hmm,
her infidelity,

which if by chance
she too reads

it, she may after
all arrive at

the conclusion, that
here writes her

lover, her executioner,
deliciously

another congenital
liar, whose lips

are still luscious,
whose loins still

carry that fat of
love, that

strength of hatchet,
that length of

magnificent rod,
hot and unbending.

i should have
chosen, warm.