The Sinful Lover Poem by RIC BASTASA

you kiss a stone
the river has dried a long time ago

no one lives on the river bank anymore
all the moss dried like a pocketed silence

you kiss a stone hoping that something
may grow like another island of moss on its cheek

you pray for rain hoping that someday a river may
be born again at the junction of two paths

the stone sleeps for years mistaken as a dead memory
the river dries itself losing its patience to the sky

your kiss could be fire and your prayer for rain may be heard
and the sky could be kinds someday

who knows? you kiss a stone because you too want to be alive
to give birth to a new world, but for whom?

who knows? but i will trust you for this
the stone may just be pretending, and you must kiss it some more

it may still have the heart to love you again
shattered world, unjust stranger, sinful lover.