RIC S. BASTASA - we have the key

the images
tickle the skin around
my thighs

and they always
keep telling me
my name

and then i look
at them
and they look at me
and without
even the sign
of my finger

we simply understand
we belong here
we are happy with each other

this place has a name
but we are the only ones
who can utter it

we have the code
and you shall not see
the key
that opens the door
to our freedom

RIC S. BASTASA

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