I Could Be Wrong Poem by RIC BASTASA

i accept the illusion
after which i set it aside
this could have been mine
in my paradise
where the tree grows with
luscious fruits and glossy leaves
everything is cool here
and delightful
i could have been more gentle
and then be drunk
and careless and i could have
owned you
like a piece of priceless art
that i do not deserve
i wonder what happens when we
both wake up
in our naked view
what if our eyes have mouths
and exclaim
'this is all wrong! ' and the mouth
in conspiracy
have long silenced its
manners without words
because it understands
you.

i have carved in stone
and it is still there
in this arid desert love will not grow

i am wrong
that shadow who knows how to kneel
so carefully upon its own
knees
not minding the tease of ill wind
show two purple flowers
to the sun