Sub Rosa Affair Poem by RIC BASTASA

it was the bluntness
of clarity which destroys
the suspense
which we equate with the
beauty of a morning
conversation

as i raise my cup of
coffee
the tongue curls
my hand trembles a
bit

you should have taken
the grace of
some metaphors

last night was not
something that you can
reduce as prose

for i still consider
it as magnificently
poetic

our story lies in the
a coded room
where intimacy as a
must
should be another
rose at the door way