Seeding Poem by RIC BASTASA

seeding the clouds
with doubt that is what i do

best.And for you i fly
the skies hovering
on your face. I kiss you.

and then you cry.
and then the clouds rain
and rain some
drops of your pains

i see this pleasure.
i give you clear skies.

hoping that that is
all you want. And then

you tell me. You want
them blue, in fact,

bluer than blue. I shake
my head.You are not

just irresistible. You are
also impossible.