Poem – Page 27 – A (wise) man of two faces

Icy hot

A spicy entree
is my justification
for ice cream dessert.

The burden and the blame,
the stain on my name;
the feelings of guilt
fall as layers of silt,
petrifying my shame.

Fade into the crowd.
You try to lose yourself, but
you can’t hide your shame.

The padded white walls,
and the sanitary halls,
artificially pristine,
like they’re trying to clean
the disgrace of the fall.

Chorus of voices,
raised in celebration? Song?
No – demanding blood.

A thousand-year love
was not without its hard times,
but they talked it out.

Regardless the song
keeps flowing along,
hurried and breathless,
fevered and restless,
injured…but strong.

Love in the morning –
the time we had together
was not spent idly.

The superficial
and artificial:
see if you can take
something so fake,
and make it official.

First night together –
things got a little awkward,
but they recovered.