What Shall You Do Then? Poem by RIC BASTASA

three fingers shall
touch a wooden box

for a time
this box is closed

but you are told
of a surprise that
this box shall
give you
the moment you give
in to the temptation
to just touch it

try it and be amazed
with what it will give you

there is no name
that i shall give to that which
gives you pleasure
when you agree
to touch it

it is pleasurable
i have seen it
but i will not tell you
until you touch it
first
with your three
fingers

i will give you another hint

be responsible
for what you decide
specifically for what you
touch

for in pleasure there is
always that accompanying pain

like the two faces of the woman
that you once loved