RIC S. BASTASA


It Is Not Love


pictures of your face
inside my mind
colorful landscapes of
sea and sky
white sandy shores
myopic trees upon a hill
a stretch of grass
a rustle of leaves against
the light of the morning sun
a daisy in bloom
flowers all white
on the plains

throughout the night
i cannot sleep
there were pictures of your body
inside my mind

i do not bother my heart
because this may not be about it

pictures of hands with so many fingers
caressing my body
i waited for your call

it did not come
i waited some more
perhaps a message from
facebook
or from my twitter

nothing

in the morning these pictures
lay shattered in the bottom of my mind

i have no regret
and i do not bother my heart about it

love, oh love, it isn't

Submitted: Sunday, April 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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