...Just Another Jest....... Poem by RIC BASTASA

now you wonder
why for all those night
when we made love
we never really kissed?

it could be that the kiss
is not that important
the lips so insignificant
the tongue irrelevant
it could be that we are not
so concerned about what to say
to us
for perhaps who we are and
what we are doing
(in the name of love)
is not worth telling

but it could be that if the mouth
is love
and the thighs and legs are lust
it could be
that we really preferred to take the
latter

or it could be that we are now
shying away from words from the moans and
the drama
from unnecessary romance
for it could be that we just want this done
quick and easy and without much fuss
and less the involvement just the indulgence
for we still have some more things to do
lies to tell later
and more important characters to meet
in the stage of life

and as soon as the curtain falls
there is nothing to carry
like guilt and regrets and we live life again
as though nothing regrettable happens

and as soon as we are prepared for the next play
as soon as the curtains rise up
we wear other faces again
entertain the audience and tell them
'it's show time again! ' and to be exact about it

less the feelings
it is nothing more and nothing less
but just another jest.