We Are Not Stones..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i see it
i heard what was said
in the midst
of the most infidel act
lust for love
love lost and love found
in bed with another
that slap makes
an answer: no one is
a stone here.

when someone leaves
humanity struggles to
fill the absence,

whatever, whatever is
done, is justified by this:

we are not stones.
we are not stones.

our nature is to be intimate.
with whoever is free and
available.

despise not, the flower that
still blooms under the sun
despite the rocky waterless
state of affairs.