Watching Poem by RIC BASTASA

this is plain watching
two souls
two bodies making what they
are supposed to
do inside a room
beside them the white silky curtain
caressed by the wind
from the sea
salty and soft and sapphire like
in feeling

there is the bursting of stars
inside your heads
there is the celebration of what
you have become
so intimate
discovering
what long seeped
between your arms
and legs

slowly, love is reborn
the moon