RIC S. BASTASA


RIC S. BASTASA Poems

15361. a hush 4/25/2009
15362. a husband's regret 2/8/2009
15363. a hungry and thirsty soul 4/1/2012
15364. A hungry and feastive imagination 4/25/2013
15365. a hundred years of work, a second junked 1/7/2009
15366. a hummingbird... 1/12/2011
15367. a human obligation.... 9/1/2011
15368. a house without stairs 6/14/2010
15369. a house full of peace 9/12/2009
15370. a house 5/18/2010
15371. a horde 9/2/2010
15372. A Hope In Being Lost 7/23/2012
15373. a home for me.... 6/6/2012
15374. a home (revised) 4/24/2010
15375. a home (after watching Fiddler on the Roof) 4/30/2010
15376. a home 4/24/2010
15377. a holy thursday 3/31/2010
15378. a holy man 10/10/2009
15379. A HINT TO MY ARRIVAL 5/23/2012
15380. a hideaway 12/29/2011

O GOD!

you never really mind
how a finger dips itself in honey
how the tongue was able to lick the tip of the nail
how the arm moves in a dance
and the feet tap and tip the whole night
how the hips sway all those lefts and rights
till morning
you never scrutinized the nerves where they live
and thrived

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