Secret, Volcanic, Extinct. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i still love the way
you keep our secret

it could be because
you liked it

i still believe that
perhaps love has grown

ah, this must be a
delusion, ah, it could be

another magical illusion
love is playing my eyes

some tricks, with your quick
hands, your own ways

i do not know about your heart
exactly as a thread to my needle.

this love is blinding, this desire
is too much

i must leave a while, keeping
a distance perhaps to see clearly

through this fog, this misty eyes,
ah, is it your love, or have i sealed

your leaves, with the wealth that
i have, my abundance,

you are the flower that blooms
earlier than i expected

i am this bee without a sting
with a broken wing,

you stoop, so i can taste the
nectar of your love,

and here i am losing my days,
a few suns, a dimming moon,

i shall have no regrets, all
i have, i have thanked for.

seal your lips as i have sealed
mine, let love or plain desire

be masked, be covered under with
earth and water, fires still burning

fires of love that other cannot see,
our own fire, secret, volcanic, extinct.