Moaning..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

at the public bath
in romania
i saw you alone and


beautiful. I stared that
long enough to ruin
my desire for true love.

to love sometimes if you
notice is to destroy an old self.

carve. sculpt. even if you are
not the same anymore.

to be different. I dare.
but it will just be in romania.

back here, i am the most lonely
soul. A temple is destroyed.
a volcano erupted. So many died.

but i am alive and will
be back in romania to be in that
public bath again

to see you and i have high hopes
that i may be with you to touch
you and kiss you.

i like the sound of the water
it is moaning.