i was thinking about a lot of things <br />messy things like <br />a pool of thread being played <br />by the kitten at the <br />living room and the dogs <br />were flying kites <br />the mice are taking all the <br />cheese, <br />i was thinking about a lot of poems <br />with gentle faces <br />wearing straw hats on the beach, <br />a lot of stories with eyelashes <br />curling <br />and lips lusciously <br />biting each other, <br />when i was sick they tell me i was sick <br />my mind is sick <br />and i am not aware about the sensitivity <br />of the situation, which i always <br />consider <br />as nothing but another form of <br />temporary <br />sensuality, <br />i was thinking about <br />my favorite dish <br />and those who dine with me <br />their hands <br />inside my pants.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-was-sick/
