I Do Not Ask Questions..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the way to love
is always to conceal
what we are
bringing

if we disclose, even sooner,
surely, everything
is lost.

we are here dining
in an old restaurant and
i order pasta with lots
of tomatoes and cheese
and you, as usual go for
the salad.

i conceal what i really
like to eat, what i dream
about, and i manage it well.

you ask me if i like what
i order and i of course said
the yes that you need.

you should have noticed
that in love, in a dining moment
like this,

i do not ask questions.