The Littly Irony About Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

he always keeps the line
bold and drawn between their
two intimate bodies
no matter how near there is always
kept the distance of
a certain space that gives him
the comfort of his
own mystery in this anonymity
of feelings like
some cover of a nut that is hard
and thick
the other knows this of course
but keeps his mouth shut
she likes it that way
the mystery of love dressed in husks
and shell
hard so hard outside but soft and
meaty inside
milky when grated and squeezed
like coconut