Sourgrape............................... Poem by RIC BASTASA

actually,
this poem is for
you.
i honestly
did not love
you at all.
call me a
sour grape
but i am not.
it was your
body, just
your body,
it was just
my craving
for warmth
nothing more
nothing less.
you misunderstood
the winter
of my life.
you are my
longing for
fat on my
colder days.
you are my
teddy bear
in my childhood
nostalgia.
you look like
a vomiting
dog, much to
my disgust.
i have my
winter but
i will keep
my other
house, my
efficient
heaters.