Hopefully Come Cascading Poem by RIC BASTASA

we work on some secret codes
you put the letter folding into three

rebellious
satirical
bully

i am, i am that reality subsumed bone-like
enticing

revealing sanctity
bonfire

you keep on telling space: i love you
i desire all of you
crush me, make love to me, bend me,
you kneel and worship
my humility cries
like some rain dripping from my lips
you love this game of the gods of love
and lust

hopefully come cascading
homespun cauldron composing

how come coldness?

reality stings bangs
robust shining body

come! come! hope comes cascading
real sweet boy

waits for a bed-ful of desire.