What Happens After Poem by RIC BASTASA

i insist
i must go there
you warn
that i will have to
pay
the higher price
i am hardheaded
i go there
it will be long
and blissful
i take the shape
of a big stone
i fix myself
defending myself
always
so i cannot be hurt

there are tremors
i shake

when i come back
we feast
on the realities of
the square jaws
of our
silence

you still love me
and i do not blame
you

now you are a stone
yourself
imitating me