Our Beings Are Filled. And They Did Not See It. Poem by RIC BASTASA

inside you mouth
i have poured all
my feelings.

inside mine you
pour everything too.

it is bitter at
first but as it
reaches my being
it has become
sweeter as ever.

you mouth closes.
mine closes too.
and we have enclosed
all that we are.

the children think
that we are mute and
deaf and blind too.

and then we walk away
without asking for
something, or anything.

our beings are filled.
and they did not see it.