if you challenge him <br />he will not answer you <br /> <br />acceptance for that challenge to be separate <br />lives on separate feelings <br />on separate beds and <br />can be as silent as feathers falling on a silk bed <br /> <br />then silently he turns into a line of red ants <br />taking slowly bits of leaves <br />from your hair <br />and some tiny grains in a secret place <br />of his heart <br />buried somewhere else that even his eyes that see <br />do not know <br />where is it exactly <br /> <br />where is it? <br /> where is the new home of the <br />bleeding heart? <br />where can it rest finally when it is healed? <br /> <br />he does not tell you <br />he is building his dreams again <br /> block by block into an <br />invisible tower reaching <br />another sky <br /> <br />orange and red <br />fusing into a <br />flaming hell<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/could-it-be-love-again/
