if you challenge him
he will not answer you

acceptance for that challenge to be separate
lives on separate feelings
on separate beds and
can be as silent as feathers falling on a silk bed

then silently he turns into a line of red ants
taking slowly bits of leaves
from your hair
and some tiny grains in a secret place
of his heart
buried somewhere else that even his eyes that see
do not know
where is it exactly

where is it?
where is the new home of the
bleeding heart?
where can it rest finally when it is healed?

he does not tell you
he is building his dreams again
block by block into an
invisible tower reaching
another sky

orange and red
fusing into a
flaming hell

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/could-it-be-love-again/