metamorphosis

Ric S. Bastasa

the beginning is always mine
always always mine
and it gets too tiring at times
since the hard part,if you only know,
is the beginning

when i lift my hands and carry
my body to yours,
the fear that something's wrong
will always be there

you are there like the bed lazy
with its sheets
and indifferent with my longings
i am in a quandary as to what to say
about what i feel

i like that somehow beginnings must
be borne by you
but beginnings have always been mine
always mine

tonight it will be different
i will stay late in my longings and
be numb with my feelings
and then i will practice how is it to say

goodbye.

or if i cannot master this art of grace
and gentleness
i still have one option left, i will take

silence.